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"
No
mass
today
.
Only
day
in
the
year
with
no
mass
.
"
"
That
so
?
I
didn
’
t
know
that
.
Anything
I
can
do
for
you
?
"
The
short
fat
arms
stretched
and
rocked
back
and
forth
on
the
elbows
.
"
My
arms
hurt
,
kid
.
Arthritis
.
.
.
.
Gets
worse
.
"
"
Nothing
you
can
do
?
"
"
I
do
everything
—
hot
pads
,
shark
oil
,
pills
—
still
hurts
.
All
nice
and
shut
up
.
Maybe
we
can
have
a
talk
,
eh
,
kid
?
"
His
teeth
flashed
.
"
Anything
wrong
?
"
"
Wrong
?
What
’
s
wrong
?
"
"
Well
,
if
you
’
ll
wait
a
minute
,
I
’
ll
just
take
these
sandwiches
to
the
bank
.
Mr
.
Morphy
asked
for
them
.
"
"
You
’
re
a
smart
kid
.
You
give
service
.
That
’
s
good
.
"
Ethan
went
through
the
storeroom
,
crossed
the
alley
,
and
knocked
on
the
back
door
of
the
bank
.
He
passed
the
milk
and
sandwiches
in
to
Joey
.
