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"
Margie
wants
to
take
us
to
dinner
at
the
Foremaster
tonight
.
She
says
she
never
gets
to
entertain
us
.
"
"
Fine
,
"
I
said
.
"
She
says
her
place
is
too
small
.
"
"
Is
it
?
"
"
I
’
m
keeping
you
from
your
work
,
"
she
said
.
Marullo
’
s
eyes
were
on
the
brown
envelope
in
my
hand
.
I
put
it
up
under
my
apron
and
stuffed
it
in
my
pocket
.
He
knew
it
was
a
bank
envelope
.
And
I
could
feel
his
mind
hunting
like
a
terrier
after
rats
in
a
city
dump
.
Mary
said
,
"
I
didn
’
t
get
a
chance
to
thank
you
for
the
candy
,
Mr
.
Marullo
.
The
children
loved
it
.
"
"
Just
good
wishes
of
the
Easter
,
"
he
said
.
"
You
dress
like
springtime
.
"
"
Why
,
thank
you
.
I
got
wet
too
.
I
thought
the
rain
was
over
,
but
it
came
back
.
"
