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"
No
.
It
won
’
t
be
necessary
.
They
can
’
t
even
appear
before
next
Tuesday
,
and
Thursday
is
election
.
That
’
s
what
it
’
s
for
.
"
"
Ethan
,
that
’
s
cynical
.
You
aren
’
t
like
that
.
We
’
ll
have
to
go
away
if
you
’
re
getting
cynical
because
—
that
wasn
’
t
a
joke
,
the
way
you
said
it
.
I
know
your
jokes
.
You
meant
that
.
"
A
fear
struck
me
.
I
was
showing
through
.
I
couldn
’
t
let
myself
show
through
.
"
Oh
say
,
Miss
Mousie
,
will
you
marry
me
?
"
And
Mary
said
,
"
Oho
!
Oho
!
"
My
sudden
fear
that
I
might
be
showing
through
was
very
great
.
I
had
made
myself
believe
that
the
eyes
are
not
the
mirror
of
the
soul
.
Some
of
the
deadliest
little
female
contraptions
I
ever
saw
had
the
faces
and
the
eyes
of
angels
.
There
is
a
breed
that
can
read
through
skin
and
through
bone
right
into
the
center
,
but
they
are
rare
.
For
the
most
part
people
are
not
curious
except
about
themselves
.
Once
a
Canadian
girl
of
Scottish
blood
told
me
a
story
that
had
bitten
her
and
the
telling
bit
me
.
She
said
that
in
the
age
of
growing
up
when
she
felt
that
all
eyes
were
on
her
and
not
favorably
,
so
that
she
went
from
blushes
to
tears
and
back
again
,
her
Highland
grandfather
,
observing
her
pain
,
said
sharply
,
"
Ye
wouldna
be
sae
worrit
wi
’
what
folk
think
about
ye
if
ye
kenned
how
seldom
they
do
.
"
It
cured
her
and
the
telling
reassured
me
of
privacy
,
because
it
’
s
true
.
But
Mary
,
who
ordinarily
lives
in
a
house
of
flowers
of
her
own
growing
,
had
heard
a
tone
,
or
felt
a
cutting
wind
.
This
was
a
danger
,
until
tomorrow
should
be
over
.
If
my
plan
had
leaped
up
full
-
grown
and
deadly
I
would
have
rejected
it
as
nonsense
.
People
don
’
t
do
such
things
,
but
people
play
secret
games
.
Mine
began
with
Joey
’
s
rules
for
robbing
a
bank
.
Against
the
boredom
of
my
job
I
played
with
it
and
everything
along
the
way
fell
into
it
—
Allen
and
his
mouse
mask
,
leaking
toilet
,
rusty
pistol
,
holiday
coming
up
,
Joey
wadding
paper
in
the
lock
of
the
alley
door
.
As
a
game
I
timed
the
process
,
enacted
it
,
tested
it
.
But
gunmen
shooting
it
out
with
cops
—
aren
’
t
they
the
little
boys
who
practiced
quick
draws
with
cap
pistols
until
they
got
so
good
they
had
to
use
the
skill
?
I
don
’
t
know
when
my
game
stopped
being
a
game
.
Perhaps
when
I
knew
I
might
buy
the
store
and
would
need
money
to
run
it
.
For
one
thing
,
it
is
hard
to
throw
away
a
perfect
structure
without
testing
it
.
And
as
for
the
dishonesty
,
the
crime
—
it
was
not
a
crime
against
men
,
only
against
money
.
No
one
would
get
hurt
.
Money
is
insured
.
The
real
crimes
were
against
men
,
against
Danny
and
against
Marullo
.
If
I
could
do
what
I
had
done
,
theft
was
nothing
.
And
all
of
it
was
temporary
.
None
of
it
would
ever
have
to
be
repeated
.
Actually
,
before
I
knew
it
was
not
a
game
,
my
procedure
and
equipment
and
timing
were
as
near
perfection
as
possible
.
The
cap
-
pistol
boy
found
a
.
45
in
his
hand
.
Of
course
an
accident
was
possible
but
that
is
so
in
crossing
the
street
or
walking
under
a
tree
.
I
don
’
t
think
I
had
any
fear
.
I
had
rehearsed
that
out
of
me
,
but
I
did
have
a
breathlessness
,
like
the
stage
fright
of
an
actor
standing
in
the
wings
on
his
opening
night
.
And
it
was
like
a
play
in
that
every
conceivable
mischance
had
been
inspected
and
eliminated
.
