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"
Doesn
’
t
matter
.
If
you
did
—
what
made
you
?
Have
you
thought
of
that
?
"
She
looked
me
full
in
the
eyes
,
suspicious
,
probing
,
questioning
.
"
Yeah
!
"
she
said
softly
.
"
I
mean
no
,
I
never
thought
of
that
.
If
I
rigged
them
,
what
made
me
?
That
would
be
like
un
-
rigging
the
rig
.
"
Mr
.
Baker
looked
in
the
door
.
"
Morning
,
Margie
,
"
he
said
.
"
Ethan
,
have
you
given
any
thought
to
my
suggestion
?
"
"
I
sure
have
.
And
I
’
d
like
to
talk
to
you
.
"
"
Any
time
at
all
,
Ethan
.
"
"
Well
,
I
can
’
t
get
out
during
the
week
.
You
know
,
Marullo
’
s
hardly
ever
here
.
Going
to
be
home
tomorrow
?
"
"
After
church
,
sure
.
That
’
s
an
idea
.
You
bring
Mary
about
four
.
While
the
ladies
jaw
about
Easter
hats
,
we
’
ll
slip
off
and
—
"
"
I
’
ve
got
a
hundred
things
I
want
to
ask
.
Guess
I
better
write
them
down
.
"
"
Anything
I
know
,
you
’
re
welcome
to
.
See
you
then
.
Morning
,
Margie
.
"
When
he
went
out
,
Margie
said
,
"
You
’
re
beginning
fast
.
"
