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"
Money
gets
money
,
"
I
said
softly
.
"
That
’
s
right
.
Lose
sight
of
that
and
you
’
re
a
gone
goose
,
a
clerk
for
the
rest
of
your
life
.
"
"
I
’
m
sorry
it
happened
.
"
"
Well
,
you
better
lay
down
the
law
.
"
"
Women
are
funny
,
sir
.
Maybe
your
talking
about
making
money
yesterday
gave
her
the
idea
it
was
easy
to
get
.
"
"
Well
,
you
disabuse
her
,
because
without
it
you
can
’
t
get
any
.
"
"
Would
you
like
a
cold
Coke
,
sir
?
"
"
Yes
,
I
would
.
"
He
couldn
’
t
drink
it
out
of
the
bottle
.
I
had
to
open
a
package
of
paper
picnic
cups
,
but
it
cooled
him
a
little
.
He
muttered
like
retreating
thunder
.
Two
Negro
ladies
from
the
crossing
came
in
and
he
had
to
swallow
his
Coke
and
his
rage
.
"
You
talk
to
her
,
"
he
said
savagely
and
he
strode
out
and
crossed
the
street
to
go
home
.
I
wondered
if
he
was
mad
because
he
was
suspicious
,
but
I
didn
’
t
think
so
.
No
,
I
think
he
was
mad
because
he
felt
he
’
d
lost
his
habit
of
command
.
You
can
get
furious
at
someone
who
doesn
’
t
take
your
advice
.
