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"
I
called
that
off
.
I
’
ll
order
up
a
bottle
of
whisky
and
a
dame
.
Don
’
t
have
to
talk
to
either
of
them
.
"
"
I
told
you
—
maybe
we
’
re
going
on
a
little
trip
.
"
"
Hope
so
.
You
need
it
.
Ready
to
go
?
"
"
Couple
of
things
to
do
.
You
go
on
,
Joey
.
Get
your
shoes
off
.
"
First
thing
to
do
was
to
call
Mary
and
tell
her
I
had
to
be
a
little
late
.
"
Yes
,
but
hurry
,
hurry
,
hurry
.
News
,
news
,
news
.
"
"
Can
’
t
you
tell
me
now
,
sweetheart
?
"
"
No
.
I
want
to
see
your
face
.
"
I
hung
the
Mickey
Mouse
mask
on
the
cash
register
by
its
rubber
band
so
that
it
covered
the
little
window
where
the
numbers
show
.
Then
I
put
on
my
coat
and
hat
and
turned
out
the
lights
and
sat
on
the
counter
with
my
legs
dangling
.
A
naked
black
banana
stalk
nudged
me
on
one
side
and
the
cash
register
fitted
against
my
left
shoulder
like
a
bookend
.
The
shades
were
up
so
that
the
summer
late
light
strained
through
the
crossed
-
wire
grating
,
and
it
was
very
quiet
,
a
quiet
like
a
rushing
sound
,
and
that
’
s
what
I
needed
.
I
felt
in
my
left
side
pocket
for
the
lump
the
cash
register
pushed
against
me
.
The
talisman
—
I
held
it
in
my
two
hands
and
stared
down
at
it
.
I
had
thought
I
needed
it
yesterday
.
Had
I
forgot
to
put
it
back
or
was
my
keeping
it
with
me
no
accident
?
I
don
’
t
know
.
