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I
was
dressed
and
gone
before
she
could
suggest
any
of
the
seasonal
things
for
my
protection
and
comfort
.
Joey
was
in
the
coffee
shop
and
he
patted
the
stool
beside
him
.
"
Can
’
t
,
Morph
.
I
’
m
late
.
Annie
,
could
you
give
me
a
quart
of
coffee
in
a
carton
?
"
"
It
’
ll
have
to
be
two
pints
,
Eth
.
"
"
Good
.
Even
gooder
.
"
She
filled
and
covered
the
little
paper
buckets
and
put
them
in
a
bag
.
Joey
finished
and
walked
across
with
me
.
"
You
’
ll
have
to
say
mass
without
the
bishop
this
morning
.
"
"
Guess
so
.
Say
,
how
about
that
news
?
"
"
I
can
’
t
take
it
in
.
"
