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"
Take
my
raincoat
,
Mary
.
"
"
I
wouldn
’
t
think
of
it
.
It
’
s
just
a
shower
now
.
You
get
back
to
your
customers
.
"
The
pace
got
worse
.
Mr
.
Baker
looked
in
and
saw
the
line
of
people
waiting
and
went
out
.
"
I
’
ll
come
back
later
,
"
he
called
.
And
still
they
came
,
right
up
until
noon
,
and
then
,
as
usually
happens
,
all
custom
stopped
.
People
were
eating
lunch
.
The
traffic
died
out
in
the
street
.
For
the
first
time
all
morning
no
one
was
wanting
something
.
I
drank
more
milk
from
the
carton
I
had
opened
.
Anything
I
took
from
the
store
I
marked
down
and
just
deducted
it
from
my
pay
.
Marullo
let
me
have
things
wholesale
.
It
makes
a
big
difference
.
I
don
’
t
think
we
could
have
lived
on
my
pay
if
he
hadn
’
t
.
He
leaned
back
against
the
counter
and
folded
his
arms
and
that
hurt
,
so
he
shoved
his
hands
in
his
pockets
until
that
hurt
.
I
said
,
"
I
’
m
sure
glad
you
helped
out
.
Never
saw
such
a
rush
.
But
I
guess
they
can
’
t
go
on
living
on
left
-
over
potato
salad
.
"
"
You
do
a
nice
job
,
kid
.
"
"
I
do
a
job
.
"
"
No
,
they
come
back
.
They
like
you
.
"
"
They
’
re
just
used
to
me
.
I
’
ve
been
here
forever
.
"
And
then
I
tried
a
little
tiny
probe
.
"
I
’
ll
bet
you
’
re
looking
forward
to
that
hot
Sicilian
sun
.
It
is
hot
in
Sicily
.
I
was
there
in
the
war
.
"
