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"
Thirty
-
nine
cents
,
ma
’
am
,
"
he
said
.
And
he
went
to
work
,
measuring
,
bagging
,
adding
.
He
reached
in
front
of
me
to
ring
up
cash
on
the
register
.
When
he
moved
away
I
took
a
bag
from
the
pile
,
opened
the
drawer
,
and
,
using
the
bag
like
a
potholder
,
I
picked
up
the
old
revolver
,
took
it
back
to
the
toilet
,
and
dropped
it
in
the
can
of
crankcase
oil
that
waited
for
it
.
"
You
’
re
good
at
this
,
"
I
said
when
I
came
back
.
"
I
used
to
have
a
job
at
Grand
Union
after
school
.
"
"
It
shows
.
"
"
Don
’
t
you
have
anybody
to
help
?
"
"
I
’
m
going
to
bring
my
boy
in
.
"
Customers
always
come
in
coveys
,
never
in
evenly
spaced
singles
.
A
clerk
gets
set
in
the
interval
to
meet
the
next
flight
.
Another
thing
,
when
two
men
do
something
together
they
become
alike
,
differences
of
mind
become
less
ragged
.
The
Army
discovered
that
black
and
white
no
longer
fight
each
other
when
they
have
something
else
to
fight
in
company
.
My
subcutaneous
fear
of
a
cop
dissipated
when
Walder
weighed
out
a
pound
of
tomatoes
and
totted
up
a
list
of
figures
on
a
bag
.
Our
first
flight
took
off
.
"
Better
tell
me
quick
what
you
want
,
"
I
said
.
"
I
promised
Marullo
I
’
d
come
out
here
.
He
wants
to
give
you
the
store
.
"
