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"
I
got
to
go
.
"
"
Just
two
minutes
while
I
run
across
the
street
and
get
a
drink
?
"
"
Oh
!
Sure
!
I
get
it
.
Sure
—
go
ahead
.
I
got
to
get
along
with
the
new
Town
Manager
.
"
I
got
the
drink
and
a
pint
too
to
bring
back
with
me
.
When
Stoney
had
gone
,
I
printed
BACK
AT
TWO
on
a
card
,
closed
the
doors
,
and
drew
the
shades
.
I
sat
on
the
leather
hatbox
behind
the
counter
in
my
store
,
sat
in
the
dim
green
darkness
of
my
store
.
At
ten
minutes
to
three
I
went
out
the
back
door
and
around
the
corner
to
the
front
of
the
bank
.
Morph
in
his
bronze
cage
drew
in
the
sheaf
of
money
and
checks
,
the
brown
envelope
,
and
the
deposit
slips
.
He
spread
the
little
bank
books
with
a
Y
of
fingers
and
wrote
small
angled
numbers
with
a
steel
pen
that
whispered
on
the
paper
.
As
he
pushed
the
books
out
to
me
he
looked
up
with
veiled
and
cautious
eyes
.
"
I
’
m
not
going
to
talk
about
it
,
Ethan
.
I
know
he
was
your
friend
.
"
"
Thanks
.
"
"
If
you
slip
out
quick
you
might
avoid
the
Brain
.
"
But
I
didn
’
t
.
For
all
I
know
Morph
may
have
buzzed
him
.
The
frosted
-
glass
door
of
the
office
swung
open
and
Mr
.
Baker
,
neat
and
spare
and
gray
,
said
quietly
,
"
Can
you
spare
a
moment
,
Ethan
?
"
