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I
was
closing
up
shop
,
drawing
in
the
fruit
bins
from
the
doorway
,
when
Joey
Morphy
sauntered
in
.
"
Quick
!
"
I
said
,
and
I
closed
the
double
front
doors
and
drew
the
dark
green
shades
.
"
Speak
in
a
whisper
.
"
"
What
’
s
got
into
you
?
"
"
Someone
might
want
to
buy
something
.
"
"
Yeah
!
I
know
what
you
mean
.
God
!
I
hate
long
holidays
.
Brings
out
the
worst
in
everybody
.
They
start
out
mad
and
come
home
pooped
and
broke
.
"
"
Want
a
cold
drink
while
I
draw
the
coverlets
over
my
darlings
?
"
"
I
don
’
t
mind
.
Got
some
cold
beer
?
"
"
To
take
out
only
.
"
"
I
’
ll
take
it
out
.
Just
open
the
can
.
"
I
punched
two
triangular
holes
in
the
tin
and
he
upended
it
,
opened
his
throat
,
and
drained
it
into
him
.
"
Ah
!
"
he
said
and
set
the
can
on
the
counter
.
