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"
We
’
re
going
on
a
trip
,
"
she
said
.
"
We
’
re
going
on
a
trip
for
two
days
.
"
And
how
the
hell
could
a
man
not
love
her
,
not
adore
her
?
"
Who
is
Mary
—
what
is
she
?
"
I
sang
and
collected
the
empty
milk
bottles
and
went
to
work
.
I
felt
the
need
to
catch
up
with
Joey
,
just
to
get
the
feel
of
him
,
but
I
must
have
been
a
moment
late
or
he
a
moment
early
.
He
was
entering
the
coffee
shop
when
I
turned
into
the
High
Street
.
I
followed
him
in
and
took
the
stool
beside
him
.
"
You
got
me
into
this
habit
,
Joey
.
"
"
Hi
,
Mr
.
Hawley
.
It
’
s
pretty
good
coffee
.
"
I
greeted
my
old
school
girl
friend
.
"
Morning
,
Annie
.
"
"
You
going
to
be
a
regular
,
Eth
?
"
"
Looks
like
.
One
cuppa
and
black
.
"
"
Black
it
is
.
"
"
Black
as
the
eye
of
despair
.
"
"
What
?
"
