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"
I
used
to
carry
the
cross
in
the
choir
myself
.
I
’
m
going
to
have
a
Coke
.
Alfio
,
"
I
said
,
"
you
work
out
a
way
for
me
to
buy
in
here
and
I
’
ll
look
at
it
.
But
I
warn
you
,
I
don
’
t
have
money
.
"
"
We
work
it
out
.
"
"
But
I
’
m
going
to
have
money
.
"
His
eyes
were
on
my
face
and
couldn
’
t
seem
to
remove
themselves
.
And
Marullo
said
softly
,
"
Io
lo
credo
.
"
Power
but
not
of
glory
surged
through
me
.
I
opened
a
Coke
and
,
tipping
it
back
,
looked
down
its
brown
barrel
at
Marullo
’
s
eyes
.
"
You
’
re
a
good
kid
,
"
he
said
and
he
shook
my
hand
and
wandered
away
,
out
of
the
store
.
On
an
impulse
I
called
after
him
,
"
How
does
your
arm
feel
?
"
He
turned
with
a
look
of
astonishment
.
"
It
don
’
t
hurt
no
more
,
"
he
said
.
And
he
went
on
and
repeated
the
words
to
himself
,
"
It
don
’
t
hurt
no
more
.
"
He
came
back
excitedly
.
"
You
got
to
take
that
dough
.
"
"
What
dough
?
"
