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Paul
Strait
—
a
power
in
the
Republican
party
.
His
wife
was
named
Butterfly
—
not
a
nickname
.
Butterfly
Strait
,
christened
Butterfly
,
and
that
’
s
the
truth
.
Paul
did
well
if
New
York
State
had
a
Republican
governor
.
He
owned
the
city
dump
,
where
it
cost
a
quarter
to
dump
a
load
of
garbage
.
It
was
told
that
when
the
rats
got
so
bad
and
big
as
to
be
dangerous
,
Paul
sold
tickets
for
the
privilege
of
shooting
them
,
rented
flashlights
and
rifles
—
stocked
.
22
-
caliber
cartridges
to
shoot
them
with
.
He
looked
so
like
a
president
that
many
people
called
him
Ike
.
But
Danny
Taylor
while
quietly
drunk
had
referred
to
him
as
the
Noblest
Paul
of
them
Aul
,
and
that
stuck
.
Noble
Paul
became
his
name
when
he
wasn
’
t
present
.
Marullo
—
he
’
s
sicker
than
he
was
.
He
’
s
gray
sick
.
Marullo
’
s
eyes
were
those
of
a
man
shot
in
the
stomach
with
a
.
45
.
He
had
walked
past
the
doorway
of
his
own
store
without
going
in
.
Margie
entered
the
store
,
bouncing
her
neat
buttocks
.
Ethan
was
talking
to
a
stranger
,
a
youngish
dark
-
haired
man
,
Ivy
League
pants
and
hat
with
a
narrow
brim
.
Fortyish
,
hard
,
tough
,
and
devoted
to
whatever
he
was
doing
.
He
leaned
over
the
counter
and
seemed
about
to
inspect
Ethan
’
s
tonsils
.
Margie
said
,
"
Hi
!
You
’
re
busy
.
I
’
ll
come
back
later
.
"
There
are
endless
idle
but
legitimate
things
a
strolling
woman
can
do
in
a
bank
.
Margie
crossed
the
alley
mouth
and
went
into
the
marble
and
brushed
-
steel
temple
.
Joey
Morphy
lighted
up
the
whole
barred
square
of
his
teller
’
s
window
when
he
saw
her
.
What
a
smile
,
what
a
character
,
what
a
good
playmate
,
and
what
a
lousy
prospect
as
a
husband
.
Margie
properly
appraised
him
as
a
born
bachelor
who
would
die
fighting
to
remain
one
.
No
double
grave
for
Joey
.
She
said
,
"
Please
,
sir
,
do
you
have
any
fresh
unsalted
money
?
"
"
Excuse
me
,
ma
’
am
,
I
’
ll
see
.
I
’
m
almost
positive
I
saw
some
somewhere
.
How
much
of
it
would
you
like
to
have
?
"
"
About
six
ounces
,
m
’
sieur
.
"
She
took
a
folding
book
from
her
white
kid
bag
and
wrote
a
check
for
twenty
dollars
.
Joey
laughed
.
He
liked
Margie
.
Once
in
a
while
,
not
too
often
,
he
took
her
out
to
dinner
and
laid
her
.
But
he
also
liked
her
company
and
her
sense
of
play
.
