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"
Business
is
money
.
Money
is
not
friendly
.
Kid
,
maybe
you
too
friendly
—
too
nice
.
Money
is
not
nice
.
Money
got
no
friends
but
more
money
.
"
"
That
’
s
nonsense
,
Marullo
.
I
know
plenty
of
nice
,
friendly
,
honorable
businessmen
.
"
"
When
not
doing
business
,
kid
,
yes
.
You
going
to
find
out
.
When
you
find
out
is
too
late
.
You
keep
store
nice
,
kid
,
but
if
it
’
s
your
store
you
maybe
go
friendly
broke
.
I
’
m
teaching
true
lesson
like
school
.
Goo
-
by
,
kid
.
"
Marullo
flexed
his
arms
and
went
quickly
out
the
front
door
and
snapped
it
after
him
,
and
Ethan
felt
darkness
on
the
world
.
A
sharp
metallic
rapping
came
on
the
front
door
.
Ethan
pushed
aside
the
curtain
and
called
,
"
We
’
re
closed
till
three
.
"
"
Let
me
in
.
I
want
to
talk
to
you
.
"
The
stranger
came
in
—
a
spare
man
,
a
perpetually
young
man
who
had
never
been
young
,
a
smart
dresser
,
hair
gleaming
thinly
against
his
scalp
,
eyes
merry
and
restless
.
"
Sorry
to
bother
you
.
Got
to
blow
town
.
Wanted
to
see
you
alone
.
Thought
the
old
man
’
d
never
go
.
"
"
Marullo
?
"
"
Yeah
.
I
was
across
the
street
.
"
Ethan
glanced
at
the
immaculate
hands
.
On
the
third
finger
of
the
left
hand
he
saw
a
big
cat
’
s
eye
set
in
a
gold
ring
.
