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Mr
.
Kotomichi
said
,
"
As
the
spring
rains
fall
,
soaking
in
them
,
on
the
roof
,
is
a
child
’
s
rag
ball
.
"
As
Frank
Frink
watched
his
ex
-
employer
waddle
down
the
corridor
and
into
the
main
work
area
of
W
-
M
Corporation
he
thought
to
himself
,
The
strange
thing
about
Wyndam
-
Matson
is
that
he
does
not
look
like
a
man
who
owns
a
factory
.
He
looks
like
a
Tenderloin
bum
,
a
wino
,
who
has
been
given
a
bath
,
new
clothes
,
a
shave
,
haircut
,
shot
of
vitamins
,
and
set
out
into
the
world
with
five
dollars
to
find
a
new
life
.
The
old
man
had
a
weak
,
shifty
,
nervous
,
even
ingratiating
manner
,
as
if
he
regarded
everyone
as
a
potential
enemy
stronger
than
he
,
whom
he
had
to
fawn
on
and
pacify
.
"
They
’
re
going
to
get
me
,
"
his
manner
seemed
to
say
.
And
yet
old
W
-
M
was
really
very
powerful
.
He
owned
controlling
interests
in
a
variety
of
enterprises
,
speculations
,
real
estate
.
As
well
as
the
W
-
M
Corporation
factory
.
Following
after
the
old
man
,
Frink
pushed
open
the
big
metal
door
to
the
main
work
area
.
The
rumble
of
machinery
,
which
he
had
heard
around
him
every
day
for
so
long
—
sight
of
men
at
the
machines
,
air
filled
with
flash
of
light
,
waste
dust
,
movement
.
There
went
the
old
man
.
Frink
increased
his
pace
.
"
Hey
,
Mr
.
W
-
M
!
"
he
called
.
The
old
man
had
stopped
by
the
hairy
-
armed
shop
foreman
,
Ed
McCarthy
.
Both
of
them
glanced
up
as
Frink
came
toward
them
.
Moistening
his
lips
nervously
,
Wyndam
-
Matson
said
,
"
I
’
m
sorry
,
Frank
;
I
can
’
t
do
anything
about
taking
you
back
.
I
’
ve
already
gone
ahead
and
hired
someone
to
take
your
place
,
thinking
you
weren
’
t
coming
back
.
After
what
you
said
.
"
His
small
round
eyes
flickered
with
what
Frink
knew
to
be
an
almost
hereditary
evasiveness
.
It
was
in
the
old
man
’
s
blood
.
Frink
said
,
"
I
came
for
my
tools
.
Nothing
else
.
"
His
own
voice
,
he
was
glad
to
hear
,
was
firm
,
even
harsh
.
"
Well
,
let
’
s
see
,
"
W
-
M
mumbled
,
obviously
hazy
in
his
own
mind
as
to
the
status
of
Frink
’
s
tools
.
To
Ed
McCarthy
he
said
,
"
I
think
that
would
be
in
your
department
,
Ed
.
Maybe
you
can
fix
Frank
here
up
.
I
have
other
business
.
"
He
glanced
at
his
pocket
watch
.
"
Listen
,
Ed
.
I
’
ll
discuss
that
invoice
later
;
I
have
to
run
along
.
"
He
patted
Ed
McCarthy
on
the
arm
and
then
trotted
off
,
not
looking
back
.
