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Something
must
have
showed
through
to
him
.
"
What
’
s
the
matter
,
Mr
.
Hawley
?
You
look
sick
.
"
"
Skitters
,
"
I
said
.
"
That
’
ll
wait
for
no
man
.
Run
for
it
.
I
’
ll
wait
.
"
I
dashed
for
the
toilet
,
closed
the
door
,
and
pulled
the
chain
to
make
a
rush
of
water
.
I
hadn
’
t
switched
on
the
light
.
I
sat
there
in
the
dark
.
My
quaking
stomach
played
along
.
In
a
moment
I
really
had
to
go
,
and
I
did
,
and
slowly
the
beating
pressure
in
me
subsided
.
I
added
a
by
-
law
to
the
Morphy
code
.
In
case
of
accident
,
change
your
plan
—
instantly
.
It
has
happened
to
me
before
that
in
crisis
or
great
danger
I
have
stepped
out
and
apart
and
as
an
interested
stranger
watched
myself
,
my
movements
and
my
mind
,
but
immune
to
the
emotions
of
the
thing
observed
.
Sitting
in
the
blackness
,
I
saw
the
other
person
fold
his
perfect
plan
and
put
it
in
a
box
and
close
the
lid
and
shove
the
thing
not
only
out
of
sight
but
out
of
thought
.
I
mean
that
by
the
time
I
stood
up
in
the
darkness
and
zipped
and
smoothed
and
laid
my
hand
on
the
flimsy
plywood
door
,
I
was
a
grocery
clerk
prepared
for
a
busy
day
.
It
was
no
secretiveness
.
It
was
really
so
.
I
wondered
what
the
young
man
wanted
,
but
only
with
the
pale
apprehension
that
comes
from
a
low
-
grade
fear
of
cops
.
"
Sorry
to
keep
you
waiting
,
"
I
said
.
"
Can
’
t
remember
what
I
ate
to
cause
that
.
"
"
There
’
s
a
virus
going
around
,
"
he
said
.
"
My
wife
had
it
last
week
.
"
"
Well
,
this
virus
carried
a
gun
.
I
nearly
got
caught
short
.
What
can
I
do
for
you
?
"
