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Chapter 2
JesusChrist,itseemstomeourguysspendmostoftheirtimeconvertingeachother.Nowyougobackandrest,Joy.You’retired.Jimhere’sgotworktodo.Afterhefinishes,I’llmaybeletyouaddresssomeoftheletters,Joy."
"Willyou,Mac?Well,Isuretold’em,didn’tI,Mac?Evenwhentheywassmackin’me,Itold’em."
Mactookhimgentlybytheelbowandledhimbacktohiscot."Here’sacopyofNewMasses.YoujustlookatthepicturestillIgetdinnerready."
Jimpoundedawayattheletter.Hewroteitfourtimesandlaidthetwentycopiesbesidethetypewriter.Hecalledintothekitchen,"Heretheyare,allready,Mac."Maccameinandlookedatsomeofthecopies."Why,youtypefine,Jim.Youdon’tcrossouthardlyanything.Nowhere’ssomeenvelopes.Puttheselettersin.We’lladdress’emafterweeat."
Macfilledtheplateswithcornedbeefandcarrotsandpotatoesandrawslicedonions.Eachmanretiredtohiscottoeat.ThedaylightwasdimintheroomuntilMacturnedonapowerfulunshadedlightthathungfromthecenteroftheceiling.
Whentheyhadfinished,Macwentintothekitchenagainandreturnedwithaplatterofcupcakes."Here’ssomemoreofDick’swork,"hesaid."ThatDickusesthebedroomforpoliticalpurposes.Gentlemen,IgiveyoutheDuBarryoftheParty!"
"Yougotohell,"saidDick.
MacpickedupthesealedenvelopesfromJim’sbed."Here’stwentyletters.That’sfiveforeachoneofustoaddress."
