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In
all
the
years
I
had
never
gone
into
the
Foremaster
Grill
for
a
cup
of
coffee
in
the
morning
and
I
was
probably
the
only
man
in
town
who
didn
’
t
.
It
was
a
custom
,
a
habit
,
and
a
club
.
We
climbed
on
stools
at
the
counter
and
Miss
Lynch
,
I
went
to
school
with
her
,
slid
coffee
to
us
without
spilling
any
in
the
saucer
.
A
tiny
bottle
of
cream
leaned
against
the
cup
but
she
rolled
two
paper
-
wrapped
cubes
of
sugar
like
dice
so
that
Morph
cried
out
,
"
Snake
eyes
.
"
Miss
Lynch
—
Miss
Lynch
.
The
"
miss
"
was
part
of
her
name
by
now
,
and
part
of
herself
.
I
guess
she
will
never
be
able
to
excise
it
.
Her
nose
gets
redder
every
year
,
but
it
’
s
sinus
,
not
booze
.
"
Morning
,
Ethan
,
"
she
said
.
"
You
celebrating
something
?
"
"
He
dragged
me
in
,
"
I
said
,
and
then
as
an
experiment
in
kindness
,
"
Annie
.
"
Her
head
snapped
around
as
though
at
a
pistol
shot
and
then
,
as
the
idea
got
through
,
she
smiled
and
,
do
you
know
,
she
looked
exactly
as
she
had
in
the
fifth
grade
,
red
nose
and
all
.
"
It
’
s
good
to
see
you
,
Ethan
,
"
she
said
and
wiped
her
nose
on
a
paper
napkin
.
"
When
I
heard
it
,
I
was
surprised
,
"
Morph
said
.
He
picked
at
the
paper
on
the
sugar
cube
.
His
nails
were
polished
.
"
You
get
an
idea
and
then
it
’
s
fixed
and
you
think
it
’
s
true
.
Gives
you
a
turn
when
it
’
s
not
.
"
"
I
don
’
t
know
what
you
’
re
talking
about
.
"
"
I
guess
I
don
’
t
either
.
Goddam
these
wrappers
.
Why
can
’
t
they
just
put
it
loose
in
a
bowl
?
"
"
Maybe
because
people
might
use
more
.
"
