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I
was
weighing
out
two
pounds
of
string
beans
for
Mrs
.
Davidson
when
Marullo
came
charging
back
.
He
stood
in
the
doorway
and
shouted
at
me
.
"
You
take
my
Pontiac
.
"
"
What
?
"
"
Go
someplace
Sunday
and
Monday
.
"
"
I
can
’
t
afford
it
.
"
"
You
take
the
kids
.
I
told
the
garage
for
you
to
get
my
Pontiac
.
Tank
full
of
gas
.
"
"
Wait
a
minute
.
"
"
You
go
to
hell
.
Take
the
kids
.
"
He
tossed
something
like
a
spitball
at
me
and
it
fell
among
the
string
beans
.
Mrs
.
Davidson
watched
him
plunge
away
again
down
the
street
.
I
picked
the
green
wad
from
the
string
beans
—
three
twenty
-
dollar
bills
folded
in
a
tight
square
.
"
What
’
s
the
matter
with
him
?
"
"
He
’
s
an
excitable
Italian
.
"
