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"
Yes
,
O
Daughter
of
Jerusalem
.
"
Suddenly
she
smiled
.
"
Know
what
I
’
m
going
to
do
?
I
’
m
going
to
read
one
hell
of
a
fortune
this
morning
.
You
’
re
going
to
be
a
big
shot
,
did
you
know
?
Everything
you
touch
will
turn
to
gold
—
a
leader
of
men
.
"
She
walked
quickly
to
the
door
and
then
turned
back
,
grinning
.
"
I
dare
you
to
live
up
to
it
and
I
dare
you
not
to
.
So
long
,
Savior
!
"
How
strange
the
sound
of
heeltaps
on
pavement
,
striking
in
anger
.
At
ten
o
’
clock
everything
changed
.
The
big
glass
doors
of
the
bank
folded
open
and
a
river
of
people
dipped
in
for
money
and
brought
the
money
to
Marullo
’
s
and
took
away
the
fancy
foods
Easter
calls
for
.
Ethan
was
busy
as
a
water
skater
until
the
sixth
hour
struck
.
The
angry
firebell
from
its
cupola
on
the
town
hall
clanged
the
sixth
hour
.
The
customers
drifted
away
with
their
bags
of
baked
meats
.
Ethan
brought
in
the
fruit
stands
and
closed
the
front
doors
,
and
then
for
no
reason
except
that
a
darkness
fell
on
the
world
and
on
him
,
he
pulled
down
the
thick
green
shades
and
the
darkness
fell
on
the
store
.
Only
the
neon
in
the
cold
counter
glared
a
ghostly
blue
.
Behind
the
counter
he
cut
four
fat
slices
of
rye
bread
and
buttered
them
liberally
.
He
slid
open
the
cold
doors
and
picked
out
two
slices
of
processed
Swiss
cheese
and
three
slices
of
ham
.
"
Lettuce
and
cheese
,
"
he
said
,
"
lettuce
and
cheese
.
When
a
man
marries
he
lives
in
the
trees
.
"
He
mortared
the
top
slices
of
bread
with
mayonnaise
from
a
jar
,
pressed
the
lids
down
on
the
sandwiches
,
and
trimmed
the
bits
of
lettuce
and
ham
fat
from
the
edges
.
Now
a
carton
of
milk
and
a
square
of
waxed
paper
for
wrapping
.
He
was
folding
the
ends
of
the
paper
neatly
when
a
key
rattled
in
the
front
door
and
Marullo
came
in
,
wide
as
a
bear
and
sack
-
chested
so
that
his
arms
seemed
short
and
stood
out
from
his
body
.
His
hat
was
on
the
back
of
his
head
so
that
his
stiff
iron
-
gray
bangs
showed
like
a
cap
.
Marullo
’
s
eyes
were
wet
and
sly
and
sleepy
,
but
the
gold
caps
on
his
front
teeth
shone
in
the
light
from
the
cold
counter
.
Two
top
buttons
of
his
pants
were
open
,
showing
his
heavy
gray
underwear
.
He
hooked
little
fat
thumbs
in
the
roll
of
his
pants
under
his
stomach
and
blinked
in
the
half
-
darkness
.
"
Morning
,
Mr
.
Marullo
.
I
guess
it
’
s
afternoon
.
"
"
Hi
,
kid
.
You
shut
up
good
and
quick
.
"
"
Whole
town
’
s
shut
.
I
thought
you
’
d
be
at
mass
.
"
