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Joey
Morphy
put
his
unemptied
bottle
down
hard
on
the
counter
.
"
Mr
.
Hawley
—
no
,
Mr
.
Ethan
Allen
Hawley
,
"
he
said
coldly
,
"
if
you
think
I
would
do
anything
dishonest
or
suggest
that
you
do
—
why
you
can
go
and
screw
yourself
.
"
Joey
stalked
toward
the
storeroom
.
"
I
didn
’
t
mean
that
.
I
didn
’
t
mean
it
.
Honest
to
God
I
didn
’
t
,
Joey
.
I
just
had
a
couple
of
shocks
today
and
besides
—
this
is
a
dreadful
holiday
—
dreadful
.
"
Morphy
paused
.
"
How
do
you
mean
?
Oh
!
yes
,
I
know
.
Yes
,
I
do
know
.
You
believe
I
know
?
"
"
And
every
year
,
ever
since
I
was
a
kid
,
only
it
gets
worse
because
—
maybe
because
I
know
more
what
it
means
,
I
hear
those
lonely
‘
lama
sabach
thani
’
words
.
"
"
I
do
know
,
Ethan
,
I
do
.
It
’
s
nearly
over
—
nearly
over
now
,
Ethan
.
Just
forget
I
stomped
out
,
will
you
?
"
And
the
iron
firebell
clanged
—
one
single
stroke
.
"
It
’
s
over
now
,
"
said
Joey
-
boy
.
"
It
’
s
all
over
—
for
a
year
.
"
He
drifted
quietly
out
through
the
storeroom
and
eased
the
alley
door
shut
.
Ethan
raised
the
shades
and
opened
the
store
again
,
but
there
wasn
’
t
much
trade
—
a
few
bottle
-
of
-
milk
and
loaf
-
of
-
bread
kids
,
a
small
lamb
chop
and
can
of
peas
for
Miss
Borcher
for
her
hot
-
plate
supper
.
People
were
just
not
moving
about
in
the
street
.
During
the
half
-
hour
before
six
o
’
clock
,
while
Ethan
was
getting
things
ready
to
close
up
,
not
a
soul
came
in
.
And
he
locked
up
and
started
away
before
he
remembered
the
groceries
for
home
—
had
to
go
back
and
assemble
them
in
two
big
bags
and
lock
up
over
again
.
He
had
wanted
to
walk
down
to
the
bayside
and
watch
the
gray
waves
among
the
pilings
of
the
dock
and
smell
the
sea
water
and
speak
to
a
seagull
standing
beak
into
the
wind
on
a
mooring
float
.
He
remembered
a
lady
-
poem
written
long
ago
by
someone
whipped
to
frenzy
by
the
gliding
spiral
of
a
gull
’
s
flight
.
The
poem
began
:
"
Oh
!
happy
fowl
—
what
thrills
thee
so
?
"
And
the
lady
poet
had
never
found
out
,
probably
didn
’
t
want
to
know
.
The
heavy
bags
of
groceries
for
the
holidays
discouraged
the
walk
.
Ethan
moved
wearily
across
the
High
Street
and
took
his
way
slowly
along
Elm
toward
the
old
Hawley
house
.
