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After
a
bit
the
feeling
began
to
pass
and
I
looked
up
at
Ollie
.
His
pinky
ring
flashed
subdued
fire
in
the
glow
of
the
emergency
lights
.
"
Okay
,
"
I
said
dully
.
"
I
'm
done
.
"
"
Good
,
"
Ollie
said
.
"
We
've
got
to
think
what
to
do
next
.
"
The
storage
area
was
beginning
to
stink
of
exhaust
again
.
"
Shut
the
generator
down
.
That
's
the
first
thing
.
"
"
'
Yeah
,
let
's
get
out
of
here
,
"
Myron
said
.
His
eyes
appealed
to
me
.
"
I
'm
sorry
about
the
kid
.
But
you
got
to
understand
-
"
"
I
do
n't
got
to
understand
anything
.
You
and
your
buddy
go
back
into
the
market
,
but
you
wait
right
there
by
the
beer
cooler
.
And
do
n't
say
a
word
to
anybody
.
Not
yet
.
"
They
went
willingly
enough
,
huddling
together
as
they
passed
through
the
swinging
doors
.
Ollie
killed
the
generator
,
and
just
as
the
lights
started
to
fail
,
I
saw
a
quilted
rug-the
sort
of
thing
movers
use
to
pad
breakable
things-flopped
over
a
stack
of
returnable
soda
bottles
.
I
reached
up
and
grabbed
it
for
Billy
.
There
was
the
shuffling
,
blundering
sound
of
Ollie
coming
out
of
the
generator
compartment
.
Like
a
great
many
overweight
men
,
his
breathing
had
a
slightly
heavy
wheezing
sound
.
"
David
?
"
His
voice
wavered
a
little
.
"
You
still
here
?
"
"
Right
here
,
Ollie
.
You
want
to
watch
out
for
all
those
bleach
cartons
.
"
