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"
No
,
my
second
,
peace
be
to
his
ashes
,
the
son
of
a
—
No
,
let
it
ride
.
Peace
be
to
his
ashes
.
"
Ethan
greeted
the
entering
elderly
Mrs
.
Ezyzinski
solicitously
and
lingered
over
the
transference
of
a
quarter
of
a
pound
of
butter
,
even
passed
a
complimentary
word
or
two
about
the
weather
,
but
Margie
Young
-
Hunt
,
relaxed
and
smiling
,
inspected
the
gold
-
sealed
cans
of
pâté
de
foie
gras
and
the
minuscule
jewel
-
cases
of
caviar
in
back
of
the
counter
by
the
cash
register
.
"
Now
,
"
said
Margie
when
the
old
lady
tottered
out
,
muttering
to
herself
in
Polish
.
"
Now
—
what
?
"
"
I
was
just
thinking
—
if
I
knew
as
much
about
men
as
I
do
about
women
,
I
’
d
put
out
my
shingle
.
Why
don
’
t
you
teach
me
about
men
,
Ethan
?
"
"
You
know
enough
.
Maybe
too
much
.
"
"
Oh
,
come
on
!
Don
’
t
you
have
a
silly
bone
in
your
body
?
"
"
Want
to
start
now
?
"
"
Maybe
some
evening
.
"
"
Good
,
"
he
said
.
"
A
group
.
Mary
and
you
and
the
two
kids
.
Subject
:
men
—
their
weakness
and
stupidity
and
how
to
use
them
.
"
