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"
I
’
ll
know
in
eight
days
,
"
he
said
.
"
No
,
I
mean
it
.
Comes
nine
o
’
clock
on
the
nose
we
stand
uncovered
in
front
of
the
holy
of
holies
.
Then
the
time
lock
springs
and
Father
Baker
genuflects
and
opens
the
safe
and
we
all
bow
down
to
the
Great
God
Currency
.
"
"
You
’
re
nuts
,
Morph
.
"
"
Maybe
so
.
Goddam
this
old
lock
.
You
could
open
it
with
an
ice
pick
but
not
with
the
key
.
"
He
jiggled
the
key
and
kicked
at
the
door
until
it
finally
burst
open
.
He
took
a
piece
of
Kleenex
from
his
pocket
and
jammed
it
into
the
spring
lock
’
s
seat
.
I
caught
myself
about
to
ask
,
Isn
’
t
that
dangerous
?
He
answered
without
the
question
.
"
Damn
thing
won
’
t
lock
itself
open
.
Course
Baker
checks
to
see
it
’
s
locked
after
the
safe
’
s
open
.
Don
’
t
blow
my
dirty
suspicions
to
Marullo
,
will
you
?
He
’
s
too
solvent
.
"
"
Okay
,
Morph
,
"
I
said
and
turned
to
my
own
door
on
my
own
side
of
the
alley
,
and
looked
around
for
the
cat
that
always
tried
to
get
in
,
but
he
wasn
’
t
there
.
Inside
,
the
store
looked
changed
and
new
to
me
.
I
saw
things
I
had
never
seen
before
and
didn
’
t
see
things
that
had
worried
and
irritated
me
.
And
why
not
?
Bring
new
eyes
to
a
world
or
even
new
lenses
,
and
presto
—
new
world
.
The
leaky
valve
of
the
old
box
toilet
hissed
softly
.
Marullo
wouldn
’
t
get
a
new
valve
because
the
water
wasn
’
t
metered
and
who
cared
.
I
went
to
the
front
of
the
store
and
lifted
a
slotted
two
-
pound
weight
from
the
old
-
fashioned
balance
scale
.
In
the
toilet
I
hung
the
weight
on
the
chain
above
the
oaken
tassel
.
The
toilet
flushed
and
kept
on
flushing
.
I
went
back
to
the
front
of
the
store
to
listen
and
could
hear
it
bubbling
and
scolding
in
the
bowl
.
It
’
s
a
sound
you
can
’
t
mistake
for
anything
else
.
Then
I
returned
the
weight
to
its
bar
on
the
scale
and
took
my
place
in
my
pulpit
behind
the
counter
.
My
congregation
in
the
shelves
stood
waiting
.
Poor
devils
,
they
couldn
’
t
get
away
.
I
particularly
noticed
the
Mickey
Mouse
mask
smiling
down
from
its
box
in
the
pew
of
breakfast
foods
.
That
reminded
me
of
my
promise
to
Allen
.
I
found
the
extension
hand
for
grabbing
things
from
top
shelves
and
took
a
box
down
and
stood
it
under
my
coat
in
the
storeroom
.
When
I
was
back
in
the
pulpit
,
the
next
Mickey
Mouse
in
line
smiled
down
at
me
.
I
reached
behind
the
canned
goods
and
brought
out
the
gray
linen
sack
of
small
change
for
the
cash
register
,
then
,
remembering
something
,
reached
farther
until
my
hand
found
the
old
greasy
.
38
-
caliber
revolver
that
had
been
there
ever
since
I
can
remember
.
It
was
a
silvered
Iver
Johnson
with
most
of
the
silver
peeled
off
.
I
broke
it
and
saw
the
cartridges
green
with
verdigris
.
The
cylinder
was
so
sluggish
with
ancient
grease
that
it
turned
with
difficulty
.
I
put
the
disreputable
and
probably
dangerous
piece
in
the
drawer
below
the
cash
register
,
pulled
out
a
clean
apron
,
and
wrapped
it
around
my
middle
,
folding
the
top
over
neatly
to
conceal
the
strings
.
