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"
Mmm
,
"
she
said
.
"
What
’
s
your
name
?
"
"
They
call
me
Mack
,
"
said
Mr
.
Town
.
When
he
was
talking
to
women
in
bars
,
he
would
sometimes
follow
that
up
with
"
And
the
ones
that
know
me
really
well
call
me
Big
Mack
.
"
That
could
wait
.
They
would
have
many
hours
in
each
other
’
s
company
to
get
to
know
each
other
,
after
all
.
"
What
’
s
yours
?
"
"
Laura
,
"
she
told
him
.
"
Well
,
Laura
,
"
he
said
,
"
I
’
m
sure
we
’
re
going
to
be
great
friends
.
"
The
fat
kid
found
Mr
.
World
in
the
Rainbow
Room
—
a
walled
section
of
the
path
,
its
window
glass
covered
in
clear
plastic
sheets
of
green
and
red
and
yellow
film
.
He
was
walking
impatiently
from
window
to
window
,
staring
out
,
in
turn
,
at
a
golden
world
,
a
red
world
,
a
green
world
.
His
hair
was
reddish
-
orange
and
close
-
cropped
to
his
skull
.
He
wore
a
Burberry
raincoat
.
The
fat
kid
coughed
.
Mr
.
World
looked
up
.
"
Excuse
me
?
Mister
World
?
"
"
Yes
?
Is
everything
on
schedule
?
"
The
fat
kid
’
s
mouth
was
dry
.
He
licked
his
lips
,
and
said
,
"
I
’
ve
set
up
everything
.
I
don
’
t
have
confirmation
on
the
choppers
.
"
