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Brown
nodded
,
looking
sour
.
"
Sold
out
?
"
Miller
asked
.
"
No
,
they
did
n't
go
at
all
.
We
only
sold
three
or
four
and
sent
the
rest
of
the
case
back
.
What
a
pisser
.
I
mean
...
what
a
shame
.
"
Blushing
so
deeply
he
was
almost
purple
,
Buddy
Eagleton
retired
into
the
background
again
.
We
had
matches
,
of
course
,
and
salt
(
someone
said
vaguely
that
he
had
heard
salt
was
the
thing
to
put
on
bloodsuckers
and
things
like
that
)
;
and
all
kinds
of
O'Cedar
mops
and
long-handled
brooms
.
Most
of
the
people
continued
to
look
heartened
,
and
Jim
and
Myron
were
too
plotzo
to
sound
a
dissenting
note
,
but
I
met
Ollie
's
eyes
and
saw
a
calm
hopelessness
in
them
that
was
worse
than
fear
.
He
and
I
had
seen
the
tentacles
.
The
idea
of
throwing
salt
on
them
or
trying
to
fend
them
off
with
the
handles
of
O'Cedar
mops
was
funny
,
in
a
ghastly
way
.
"
Mike
,
"
Miller
said
,
"
why
do
n't
you
crew
this
little
adventure
?
I
want
to
talk
to
Ollie
and
Dave
here
for
a
minute
.
"
"
Glad
to
.
"
Haden
clapped
Dan
Miller
on
the
shoulder
.
"
Somebody
had
to
take
charge
,
and
you
did
it
good
.
Welcome
to
town
.
"
"
Does
this
mean
I
get
a
kickback
on
my
taxes
?
Miller
asked
.
He
was
a
banty
little
guy
with
red
hair
that
was
receding
.
He
looked
like
the
sort
of
guy
you
ca
n't
help
liking
on
short
notice
and-just
maybe-the
kind
of
guy
you
ca
n't
help
not
liking
after
he
's
been
around
for
a
while
.
The
kind
of
guy
who
knows
how
to
do
everything
better
than
you
do
.
"
Noway
,
"
Haden
said
,
laughing
.
Haden
walked
off
.
Miller
glanced
down
at
my
son
.
