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Chapter 2
Hepushedtheplatesasideonthetable,andfromadrawerbroughtoutapenandabottleofink.Then,drawingalistfromhispocket,hecarefullyaddressedfiveoftheenvelopes."Yourturn,Jim.Youdothesefive."
"What’sitfor?"Jimasked.
"Well,Iguessitdon’tmakemuchdifference,butitmightmakeitalittleharder.We’regettingourmailopenedprettyregular.Ijustthoughtitmightmakeitalittleharderforthedicksifalltheseaddresseswereindifferentwriting.We’llputoneofeachinamailbox,yousee.Nogoodlookingfortrouble."
Whiletheothertwomenwerewritingtheiraddresses,Jimpickedupthedishes,carriedthemintothekitchenandstackedthemonthesinkboard.
MacwasstampingthelettersandputtingthemintohispocketwhenJimcameback.Macsaid,"Dick,youandJoywashthedishestonight.Idid’emalonelastnight.I’mgoingouttomailtheseletters.Wanttowalkwithme,Jim?"
"Sure,"saidJim."I’vegotadollar.I’llgetsomecoffee,andwe’llhavesomewhenwegetback."
Macheldouthishand."We’vegotsomecoffee.We’llgetadollar’sworthofstamps."
Jimhandedhimthedollar."Thatcleansme,"hesaid."It’sthelastcentIhave."HefollowedMacoutintotheevening.Theywalkedalongthestreetlookingformailboxes."IsJoyreallynuts?"Jimasked.
"Prettynuts,allright.Youseethelastthingthathappenedtohimwastheworst.Joywasspeakingatabarbershop.
