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"
Mr
.
Morphy
says
he
’
s
going
to
work
when
you
close
at
noon
.
I
’
m
making
him
some
sandwiches
.
Want
me
to
make
you
some
?
"
"
No
thanks
.
I
’
m
letting
Joey
do
the
work
.
He
’
s
a
good
man
.
There
’
s
some
property
I
want
to
look
up
.
In
the
County
Clerk
’
s
office
,
that
is
.
Nice
and
private
there
from
twelve
till
three
.
Might
be
something
in
that
for
you
.
We
’
ll
talk
soon
.
So
long
.
"
He
took
a
long
first
step
to
miss
a
crack
and
crossed
the
alley
entrance
to
the
front
door
of
the
First
National
Bank
,
and
Ethan
smiled
at
his
retreating
back
.
He
finished
his
sweeping
quickly
,
for
people
were
trickling
and
fresheting
to
work
now
.
He
set
the
stands
of
fresh
fruit
at
the
entrance
of
the
store
.
Then
,
making
sure
no
one
was
passing
,
he
removed
three
stacked
cans
of
dog
food
and
,
reaching
behind
,
brought
out
the
grim
little
bag
of
currency
,
replaced
the
dog
food
,
and
,
ringing
"
no
sale
"
on
the
cash
register
,
distributed
the
twenties
,
tens
,
fives
,
and
one
-
dollar
bills
in
their
places
under
the
small
retaining
wheels
.
And
in
the
oaken
cups
at
the
front
of
the
cash
drawer
he
segregated
the
halves
,
quarters
,
dimes
,
nickels
,
and
pennies
,
and
slammed
the
drawer
shut
.
Only
a
few
customers
showed
up
,
children
sent
for
a
loaf
of
bread
or
a
carton
of
milk
or
a
pound
of
forgotten
coffee
,
little
girls
with
sleep
-
messy
hair
.
Margie
Young
-
Hunt
came
in
,
pert
-
breasted
in
a
salmon
sweater
.
Her
tweed
skirt
clung
lovingly
in
against
her
thighs
and
tucked
up
under
her
proud
fanny
,
but
it
was
in
her
eyes
,
her
brown
myopic
eyes
,
that
Ethan
saw
what
his
wife
could
never
see
because
it
wasn
’
t
there
when
wives
were
about
.
This
was
a
predator
,
a
huntress
,
Artemis
for
pants
.
Old
Cap
’
n
Hawley
called
it
a
"
roving
eye
.
"
It
was
in
her
voice
too
,
a
velvet
growl
that
changed
to
a
thin
,
mellow
confidence
for
wives
.
"
Morning
,
Eth
,
"
Margie
said
.
"
What
a
day
for
a
picnic
!
"
"
Morning
.
Want
to
take
a
bet
you
ran
out
of
coffee
?
"
"
If
you
guess
I
ran
out
of
Alka
-
Seltzer
,
I
’
m
going
to
avoid
you
.
"
"
Big
night
?
"
"
In
a
small
way
.
Traveling
-
salesman
story
.
A
divorced
woman
’
s
safe
.
Brief
case
of
free
samples
.
Guess
you
’
d
call
him
a
drummer
.
Maybe
you
know
him
.
Name
of
Bigger
or
Bogger
,
travels
for
B
.
B
.
D
.
and
D
.
Reason
I
mention
it
is
he
said
he
was
coming
in
to
see
you
.
"
