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I
was
almost
sorry
Mr
.
Baker
wasn
’
t
here
.
There
would
be
only
Morph
and
Harry
Robbit
and
Edith
Alden
.
It
was
planned
to
the
split
second
.
At
five
minutes
to
nine
I
would
place
the
broom
in
the
entrance
.
I
’
d
practiced
over
and
over
.
Apron
tucked
up
,
scale
weight
on
the
toilet
chain
to
keep
it
flushing
.
Anyone
who
came
in
would
hear
the
water
and
draw
his
own
conclusion
.
Coat
,
mask
,
cakebox
,
gun
,
gloves
.
Cross
the
alley
on
the
stroke
of
nine
,
shove
open
the
back
door
,
put
on
mask
,
enter
just
after
timeclock
buzzes
and
Joey
swings
open
the
door
.
Motion
the
three
to
lie
down
,
with
the
gun
.
They
’
d
give
no
trouble
.
As
Joey
said
,
the
money
was
insured
,
he
wasn
’
t
.
Pick
up
the
money
,
put
it
in
cakebox
,
cross
alley
,
flush
gloves
and
mask
down
toilet
,
put
gun
in
can
of
oil
,
coat
off
.
Apron
down
,
money
in
hatbox
,
cake
in
cakebox
,
pick
up
broom
,
and
go
on
sweeping
sidewalk
,
available
and
visible
when
the
alarm
came
.
The
whole
thing
one
minute
and
forty
seconds
,
timed
,
checked
,
and
rechecked
.
But
carefully
as
I
had
planned
and
timed
,
I
still
felt
a
little
breathless
and
I
swept
out
the
store
prior
to
opening
the
two
front
doors
.
I
wore
yesterday
’
s
apron
so
that
new
wrinkles
would
not
be
noticeable
.
And
would
you
believe
it
,
time
stood
still
as
though
a
Joshua
in
a
wing
collar
had
shot
the
sun
in
its
course
.
The
minute
hand
of
my
father
’
s
big
watch
had
set
its
heels
and
resisted
morning
It
was
long
since
I
had
addressed
my
flock
aloud
,
but
this
morning
I
did
,
perhaps
out
of
nervousness
.
"
My
friends
,
"
I
said
,
"
what
you
are
about
to
witness
is
a
mystery
.
I
know
I
can
depend
on
you
to
keep
silent
.
If
any
of
you
have
any
feeling
about
the
moral
issue
involved
,
I
challenge
you
and
will
ask
you
to
leave
.
"
I
paused
.
"
No
objections
?
Very
well
.
If
I
ever
hear
of
an
oyster
or
a
cabbage
discussing
this
with
strangers
,
the
sentence
is
death
by
dinner
fork
.
"
And
I
want
to
thank
you
all
.
We
have
been
together
,
humble
workers
in
the
vineyard
,
and
I
a
servant
as
you
are
.
But
now
a
change
is
coming
.
I
will
be
master
here
henceforth
,
but
I
promise
I
will
be
a
good
and
kind
and
understanding
master
.
The
time
approaches
,
my
friends
,
the
curtain
rises
—
farewell
.
"
And
as
I
moved
to
the
front
doors
with
the
broom
,
I
heard
my
own
voice
cry
,
"
Danny
—
Danny
!
Get
out
of
my
guts
.
"
A
great
shudder
shook
me
so
that
I
had
to
lean
on
the
broom
a
moment
before
I
opened
up
the
doors
.
My
father
’
s
watch
said
nine
with
its
black
,
stumpy
hour
hand
and
minus
six
with
its
long
,
thin
minute
hand
.
I
could
feel
its
heart
beat
against
my
palm
as
I
looked
at
it
.
It
was
a
day
as
different
from
other
days
as
dogs
are
from
cats
and
both
of
them
from
chrysanthemums
or
tidal
waves
or
scarlet
fever
.
It
is
the
law
in
many
states
,
certainly
in
ours
,
that
it
must
rain
on
long
holiday
weekends
,
else
how
could
the
multitudes
get
drenched
and
miserable
?
The
July
sun
fought
off
a
multitude
of
little
feathered
clouds
and
drove
them
scuttling
,
but
thunderheads
looked
over
the
western
rim
,
the
strong
-
arm
rain
-
bearers
from
the
Hudson
River
Valley
,
armed
with
lightning
and
already
mumbling
to
themselves
.
If
the
law
was
properly
obeyed
,
they
would
hold
back
until
a
maximum
number
of
ant
-
happy
humans
were
on
the
highways
and
the
beaches
,
summer
-
dressed
and
summer
-
green
.
Most
of
the
other
stores
did
not
open
until
nine
-
thirty
.
It
had
been
Marullo
’
s
thought
to
catch
a
pinch
of
trade
by
having
me
jump
the
gun
half
an
hour
.
I
thought
I
would
change
that
.
It
caused
more
ill
feeling
among
the
other
stores
than
the
profit
justified
.
Marullo
didn
’
t
care
about
that
,
if
he
ever
knew
about
it
.
He
was
a
foreigner
,
a
wop
,
a
criminal
,
a
tyrant
,
a
squeezer
of
the
poor
,
a
bastard
,
and
eight
kinds
of
son
of
a
bitch
.
I
having
destroyed
him
,
it
was
only
natural
that
his
faults
and
crimes
should
become
blindingly
apparent
to
me
.
I
felt
old
long
hand
edging
around
on
my
father
’
s
watch
and
I
found
I
was
sweeping
viciously
with
tensed
muscles
,
waiting
for
the
moment
of
swift
,
smooth
movement
of
my
mission
.
I
breathed
through
my
mouth
,
and
my
stomach
pushed
against
my
lungs
as
I
remember
it
did
waiting
for
an
attack
.
For
Saturday
-
morning
-
Fourth
-
of
-
July
-
weekend
,
there
were
few
people
about
.
A
stranger
—
old
man
—
went
by
,
carrying
a
fishing
rod
and
a
green
plastic
tackle
box
.
He
was
on
his
way
to
the
town
pier
to
sit
all
day
dangling
a
limp
strip
of
squid
in
the
water
.
He
didn
’
t
even
look
up
,
but
I
forced
his
attention
.
