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I
WILL
TRY
IT
.
The
man
looked
sideways
at
the
empty
glasses
on
the
counter
,
some
of
them
still
containing
bits
of
fruit
salad
,
cherries
on
a
stick
and
small
paper
umbrellas
.
’
Are
you
sure
you
haven
’
t
had
enough
?
’
he
said
.
It
worried
him
vaguely
that
he
couldn
’
t
seem
to
make
out
the
stranger
’
s
face
.
The
glass
,
with
its
drink
crystallising
out
on
the
sides
,
disappeared
into
the
hood
and
came
out
again
empty
.
No
.
WHAT
is
THE
YELLOW
ONE
WITH
THE
WASPS
IN
IT
?
’
Spring
Cordial
,
it
says
.
Yes
?
’
YES
.
AND
THEN
THE
BLUE
ONE
WITH
THE
GOLD
FLECKS
.
’
Er
.
Old
Overcoat
?
’
YES
.
AND
THEN
THE
SECOND
ROW
.
’
Which
one
did
you
have
in
mind
?
’
