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"
Look
,
"
Billy
said
as
we
rounded
the
corner
into
the
fourth
aisle
.
"
There
's
some
army
guys
.
"
There
were
two
of
them
,
their
dun
uniforms
standing
out
against
the
much
brighter
background
of
summer
clothes
and
sportswear
.
We
had
gotten
used
to
seeing
a
scattering
of
army
personnel
with
the
Arrowhead
Project
only
thirty
miles
or
so
away
.
These
two
looked
hardly
old
enough
to
shave
yet
.
I
glanced
back
down
at
Steffs
list
and
saw
that
we
had
everything
...
no
,
almost
but
not
quite
;
At
the
bottom
,
as
an
afterthought
,
she
had
scribbled
:
Bottle
of
Lancers
?
That
sounded
good
to
me
.
A
couple
of
glasses
of
wine
tonight
after
Billy
had
sacked
out
,
then
maybe
a
long
slow
bout
of
lovemaking
before
sleep
.
I
left
the
cart
and
worked
my
way
down
to
the
wine
and
got
a
bottle
.
As
I
walked
back
I
passed
the
big
double
doors
leading
to
the
storage
area
and
heard
the
steady
roar
of
a
good-sized
generator
.
I
decided
it
was
probably
just
big
enough
to
keep
the
cold
cases
cold
,
but
not
large
enough
to
power
the
doors
and
cash
registers
and
all
the
other
electrical
equipment
.
It
sounded
like
a
motorcycle
back
there
.
Norton
appeared
just
as
we
got
into
line
,
balancing
two
six-packs
of
Schlitz
Light
,
a
loaf
of
bread
,
and
the
kielbasa
I
had
spotted
a
few
minutes
earlier
.
He
got
in
line
with
Billy
and
me
.
It
seemed
very
warm
in
the
market
with
the
air
conditioning
off
,
and
I
wondered
why
none
of
the
stockboys
had
at
least
chocked
the
doors
open
.
I
had
seen
Buddy
Eagleton
in
his
red
apron
two
aisles
back
,
doing
nothing
and
piling
it
up
.
The
generator
roared
monotonously
.
I
had
the
beginnings
of
a
headache
.
"
Put
your
stuff
in
here
before
you
drop
something
,
"
I
said
.
"
Thanks
.
"
The
lines
were
up
past
the
frozen
food
now
;
people
had
to
cut
through
to
get
what
they
wanted
and
there
was
much
excuse-me-ing
and
pardon-me-ing
.
"
This
is
going
to
be
a
cunt
,
"
Norton
said
morosely
,
and
I
frowned
a
little
.
That
sort
of
language
is
rougher
than
I
'd
like
Billy
to
hear
.
