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"
Ethan
Allen
,
"
Joey
said
.
"
My
God
—
you
related
to
him
too
?
"
"
Might
be
.
Must
be
,
"
said
Ethan
.
"
What
a
day
—
ever
see
a
prettier
?
What
was
it
you
wanted
to
see
me
about
?
"
"
Oh
,
yes
.
I
guess
you
’
re
closing
the
store
twelve
to
three
.
Would
you
make
me
a
couple
of
sandwiches
about
half
past
eleven
?
I
’
ll
run
in
and
get
them
.
And
a
bottle
of
milk
.
"
"
Bank
’
s
not
closing
?
"
"
Bank
is
.
I
’
m
not
.
Little
Joey
’
ll
be
right
in
there
,
chained
to
the
books
.
Big
weekend
like
this
—
everybody
and
his
dog
cashing
checks
.
"
"
I
never
thought
of
that
,
"
said
Ethan
.
"
Oh
,
sure
.
Easter
,
Memorial
Day
,
Fourth
of
July
,
Labor
Day
—
any
long
weekend
.
If
I
wanted
to
stick
up
a
bank
,
I
’
d
do
it
just
before
a
long
weekend
.
The
stuff
’
s
right
there
all
laid
out
,
waiting
.
"
"
You
ever
get
stuck
up
,
Joey
?
"
"
No
.
But
I
had
a
friend
that
did
twice
.
"
"
What
did
he
say
about
it
?
"
