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I
opened
my
mouth
to
say
I
did
n't
have
the
slightest
idea
what
he
was
talking
about
,
and
then
shut
it
with
a
snap
.
The
Bridgton
Pharmacy
had
been
doing
business
when
we
drove
in
yesterday
.
Not
the
laundromat
,
but
the
drugstore
had
been
wide
open
,
the
doors
chocked
with
rubber
doorstops
to
let
in
a
little
cool
air-the
power
outage
had
killed
their
air
conditioning
,
of
course
.
The
door
to
the
pharmacy
could
be
no
more
than
twenty
feet
from
the
door
to
the
Federal
market
.
So
why
"
Why
have
n't
any
of
those
people
turned
up
over
here
?
"
Miller
asked
for
me
.
"
It
's
been
eighteen
hours
.
Are
n't
they
hungry
?
They
're
sure
not
over
there
eating
Dristan
and
Stayfree
Mini-pads
.
"
"
There
's
food
,
"
I
said
.
"
They
're
always
selling
food
items
on
special
.
Sometimes
it
's
animal
crackers
,
sometimes
it
's
those
toaster
pastries
,
all
sorts
of
things
.
Plus
the
candy
rack
.
"
"
I
just
do
n't
believe
they
'd
stick
with
stuff
like
that
when
there
's
all
kinds
of
stuff
over
here
.
"
"
What
are
you
getting
at
?
"
"
What
I
'm
getting
at
is
that
I
want
to
get
out
but
I
do
n't
want
to
be
dinner
for
some
refugee
from
a
grade-B
horror
picture
.
Four
or
five
of
us
could
go
next
door
and
check
out
the
situation
in
the
drugstore
.
As
sort
of
a
trial
balloon
.
"
"
That
's
everything
?
"
"
No
,
there
's
one
other
thing
.
"
"
What
's
that
?
"
