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"
It
’
s
your
store
.
"
"
It
is
,
isn
’
t
it
?
I
can
’
t
get
used
to
it
.
I
forget
.
"
"
Yes
,
you
forget
.
The
money
you
gave
him
was
Mary
’
s
money
.
She
’
ll
never
see
it
now
.
You
threw
it
away
.
"
"
Danny
was
fond
of
my
Mary
.
He
knew
it
was
her
money
.
"
"
Fat
lot
of
good
that
will
do
her
.
"
"
I
thought
he
was
making
a
joke
.
He
gave
me
these
.
"
I
pulled
the
two
pieces
of
ruled
paper
from
my
inside
pocket
,
where
I
had
put
them
,
knowing
I
would
have
to
draw
them
out
like
this
.
Mr
.
Baker
straightened
them
on
his
glass
-
topped
desk
.
As
he
read
them
a
muscle
beside
his
right
ear
twitched
so
that
his
ear
bobbed
.
His
eyes
went
back
over
them
,
this
time
looking
for
a
hole
.
When
the
son
of
a
bitch
looked
at
me
there
was
fear
in
him
.
He
saw
someone
he
hadn
’
t
known
existed
.
It
took
him
a
moment
to
adjust
to
the
stranger
,
but
he
was
good
.
He
adjusted
.
"
What
is
your
asking
price
?
"
