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"
Oh
,
God
!
"
The
store
clouded
up
with
clamoring
kids
and
damp
women
There
wouldn
’
t
be
any
more
uncluttered
moments
until
noon
at
least
.
Walder
went
out
to
his
car
,
and
came
back
and
parted
a
wave
of
frantic
summer
wives
to
get
to
the
counter
.
He
laid
down
one
of
those
hard
board
bellows
envelopes
tied
with
a
tape
.
"
Got
to
go
.
Four
hours
’
drive
with
this
traffic
.
My
wife
’
s
mad
.
She
said
it
could
wait
.
But
it
couldn
’
t
wait
.
"
"
Mister
,
I
been
waiting
ten
minutes
to
get
waited
on
.
"
"
Be
right
with
you
,
ma
’
am
.
"
"
I
asked
him
if
he
had
any
message
and
he
said
,
‘
Tell
him
good
-
by
.
’
You
got
any
message
?
"
"
Tell
him
good
-
by
.
"
The
wave
of
ill
-
disguised
stomachs
closed
in
again
and
it
was
just
as
well
for
me
.
I
dropped
the
envelope
in
the
drawer
below
the
cash
register
and
with
it
—
desolation
.
