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"
Okay
,
"
I
said
.
"
Out
it
goes
.
"
It
takes
quite
a
few
documents
to
get
a
Sullivan
Act
permit
—
almost
as
many
as
to
get
a
passport
.
My
boss
had
ants
.
Maybe
too
many
small
things
had
happened
too
close
together
.
The
elderly
Miss
Elgar
,
the
princess
royal
of
New
Baytown
,
came
in
close
-
hauled
,
with
a
set
jib
.
Between
Miss
Elgar
and
the
world
were
two
plates
of
safety
glass
,
a
space
between
.
She
negotiated
for
a
dozen
eggs
.
Having
known
me
as
a
little
boy
,
she
never
thought
of
me
as
anything
else
.
I
could
see
that
she
was
amazed
and
pleased
that
I
could
make
change
.
"
I
thank
you
,
Ethan
,
"
she
said
.
Her
eyes
slid
over
the
coffee
-
grinder
and
over
Marullo
and
gave
equal
attention
to
each
.
"
How
’
s
your
father
,
Ethan
?
"
"
Fine
,
Miss
Elgar
,
"
I
said
.
"
Give
him
my
greetings
,
that
’
s
a
good
boy
.
"
"
Yes
,
ma
’
am
.
I
surely
will
,
ma
’
am
.
"
I
wasn
’
t
about
to
reregulate
her
time
sense
.
They
say
she
still
winds
the
grandfather
clock
every
Sunday
night
and
it
has
been
electrified
for
years
.
It
wouldn
’
t
be
bad
to
be
that
way
,
suspended
in
time
—
not
bad
at
all
,
an
endless
afternoon
of
now
.
She
nodded
gravely
to
the
coffee
-
grinder
before
she
left
.
"
Crazy
in
the
head
,
"
Marullo
said
and
screwed
his
forefinger
into
his
temple
.
"
Nobody
changes
.
Nobody
gets
hurt
.
"
