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"
That
five
per
cent
.
"
"
Why
?
"
"
You
got
to
take
it
.
You
can
buy
in
with
me
a
little
and
a
little
,
only
hold
out
for
six
per
cent
.
"
"
No
.
"
"
What
you
mean
no
,
if
I
say
yes
?
"
"
I
won
’
t
need
it
,
Alfio
.
I
’
d
take
it
if
I
needed
to
,
but
I
don
’
t
need
it
.
"
He
sighed
deeply
.
The
afternoon
wasn
’
t
as
busy
as
the
morning
,
but
it
wasn
’
t
light
either
.
There
’
s
always
a
slack
time
between
three
and
four
—
usually
twenty
minutes
to
half
an
hour
,
I
don
’
t
know
why
.
Then
it
picks
up
again
,
but
that
’
s
people
going
home
from
work
and
wives
whomping
up
a
last
-
ditch
dinner
.
In
the
slack
period
Mr
.
Baker
came
in
.
He
waited
,
regarding
the
cheese
and
sausage
in
the
cold
chamber
,
until
the
store
was
clear
of
two
customers
,
both
sloppy
shoppers
,
the
kind
who
don
’
t
know
what
they
want
,
the
kind
who
pick
up
and
put
down
,
hoping
that
something
will
jump
into
their
arms
and
demand
to
be
bought
.
At
last
the
shoppers
were
finished
and
gone
.
