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"
Pancho
had
never
taken
his
eyes
off
the
dame
walking
away
with
the
bundle
.
He
said
,
‘
Go
out
and
shoot
him
.
We
cannot
disappoint
that
poor
widow
.
’
"
"
Joey
,
you
’
re
impossible
.
"
"
It
’
s
a
true
story
.
I
believe
it
.
"
He
turned
her
check
around
.
"
Do
you
want
this
in
twenties
,
fifties
,
or
hundreds
?
"
"
Give
it
to
me
in
two
-
bitses
.
"
They
enjoyed
each
other
.
Mr
.
Baker
looked
out
of
his
frosted
-
glass
office
.
Now
there
was
a
bet
.
Baker
had
made
a
grammatically
correct
but
obscure
pass
at
her
once
.
Mr
.
Baker
was
Mr
.
Money
.
Sure
he
had
a
wife
,
but
Margie
knew
the
Bakers
of
this
world
.
They
could
always
raise
a
moral
reason
for
doing
what
they
wanted
to
do
anyway
.
She
was
glad
she
had
turned
him
down
.
It
left
him
still
in
the
book
.
She
gathered
the
four
five
-
dollar
bills
Joey
had
given
her
and
moved
toward
the
gray
banker
,
but
at
that
moment
the
man
she
had
seen
talking
to
Ethan
came
in
quietly
,
passed
in
front
of
her
,
presented
a
card
,
and
was
taken
into
Mr
.
Baker
’
s
office
and
the
door
closed
.
"
Well
,
kiss
my
foot
,
"
she
said
to
Joey
.
