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But
this
had
been
much
louder
.
Then
the
boy
had
only
been
playing
a
game
with
him
.
This
had
been
pure
panic
,
each
word
screamed
aloud
in
his
bead
.
He
looked
down
at
his
arms
.
Hot
sunshine
lay
on
them
but
they
had
still
goosebumped
.
He
had
told
the
boy
to
call
him
if
he
needed
help
,
he
remembered
that
.
And
now
the
boy
was
calling
.
He
suddenly
wondered
how
he
could
have
left
that
boy
up
there
at
all
,
shining
the
way
he
did
.
There
was
bound
to
be
trouble
,
maybe
bad
trouble
.
He
suddenly
keyed
the
limo
,
put
it
in
reverse
,
and
pulled
back
onto
the
highway
,
peeling
rubber
.
The
waitress
with
the
rolling
hips
stood
in
the
A
/
W
stand
’
s
archway
,
a
tray
with
a
rootbeer
float
on
it
in
her
hands
.
"
What
is
it
with
you
,
a
fire
?
"
she
shouted
,
but
Hallorann
was
gone
.
*
*
*
The
manager
was
a
man
named
Queems
,
and
when
Hallorann
came
in
Queems
was
conversing
with
his
bookie
.
He
wanted
the
four
-
horse
at
Rockaway
.
No
,
no
parlay
,
no
quinella
,
no
exacta
,
no
goddam
futura
.
Just
the
little
old
four
,
six
hundred
dollars
on
the
nose
.
And
the
Jets
on
Sunday
.
What
did
he
mean
,
the
Jets
were
playing
the
Bills
?
Didn
’
t
he
know
who
the
Jets
were
playing
?
Five
hundred
,
seven
-
point
spread
.
When
Queems
hung
up
,
looking
put
-
out
,
Hallorann
understood
how
a
man
could
make
fifty
grand
a
year
running
this
little
spa
and
still
wear
suits
with
shiny
seats
.
He
regarded
Hallorann
with
an
eye
that
was
still
bloodshot
from
too
many
glances
into
last
night
’
s
bourbon
bottle
.
"
Problems
,
Dick
?
"
"
Yes
,
sir
,
Mr
.
Queems
,
I
guess
so
.
I
need
three
days
off
.
"
