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Together
,
the
two
of
them
loaded
the
velvet
board
trays
into
the
wicker
basket
.
We
could
get
back
something
on
the
metal
,
Frink
said
to
himself
,
if
worse
comes
to
worst
.
And
the
tools
and
equipment
;
we
can
dispose
of
them
at
a
loss
,
but
at
least
we
’
ll
get
something
.
This
is
the
moment
to
consult
the
oracle
.
Ask
,
How
will
Ed
make
out
on
this
first
selling
trip
?
But
he
was
too
nervous
to
.
It
might
give
a
bad
omen
,
and
he
did
not
feel
capable
of
facing
it
.
In
any
case
,
the
die
was
cast
:
the
pieces
were
made
,
the
shop
set
up
—
whatever
the
I
Ching
might
blab
out
at
this
point
.
It
can
’
t
sell
our
jewelry
for
us
…
it
can
’
t
give
us
luck
.
"
I
’
ll
tackle
Childan
’
s
place
first
,
"
Ed
said
.
"
We
might
as
well
get
it
over
with
.
And
then
you
can
try
a
couple
.
You
’
re
coming
along
,
aren
’
t
you
?
In
the
truck
.
I
’
ll
park
around
the
corner
.
"
As
they
got
into
their
pickup
truck
with
their
wicker
hamper
,
Frink
thought
,
God
knows
how
good
a
salesman
Ed
is
,
or
I
am
.
Childan
can
be
sold
,
but
it
’
s
going
to
take
a
presentation
,
like
they
say
.
If
Juliana
were
here
,
he
thought
,
she
could
stroll
in
there
and
do
it
without
batting
an
eye
;
she
’
s
pretty
,
she
can
talk
to
anybody
on
earth
,
and
she
’
s
a
woman
.
After
all
,
this
is
women
’
s
jewelry
.
She
could
wear
it
into
the
store
.
Shutting
his
eyes
,
he
tried
to
imagine
how
she
would
look
with
one
of
their
bracelets
on
.
Or
one
of
their
large
silver
necklaces
.
With
her
black
hair
and
her
pale
skin
,
doleful
,
probing
eyes
,
wearing
a
gray
jersey
sweater
,
a
little
bit
too
tight
,
the
silver
resting
against
her
bare
flesh
,
metal
rising
and
falling
as
she
breathed
.
God
,
she
was
vivid
in
his
mind
,
right
now
.
Every
piece
they
made
,
the
strong
,
thin
fingers
picked
up
,
examined
;
tossing
her
head
back
,
holding
the
piece
high
.
Juliana
sorting
,
always
a
witness
to
what
he
had
done
.
Best
for
her
,
he
decided
,
would
be
earrings
.
The
bright
dangly
ones
,
especially
the
brass
.
With
her
hair
held
back
by
a
clip
or
cut
short
so
that
her
neck
and
ears
could
be
seen
.
And
we
could
take
photos
of
her
for
advertising
and
display
.
He
and
Ed
had
discussed
a
catalog
,
so
they
could
sell
by
mail
to
stores
in
other
parts
of
the
world
.
She
would
look
terrific
…
her
skin
is
nice
,
very
healthy
,
no
sagging
or
wrinkles
,
and
a
fine
color
.
Would
she
do
it
,
if
I
could
locate
her
?
No
matter
what
she
thinks
of
me
;
nothing
to
do
with
our
personal
life
.
This
would
be
a
strictly
business
matter
.
