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           Heliftedalidandstirredtheslowlysimmeringstew.

           "Iwonderwhatthey’lldoinCalifornia?"saidMae.

           "Who?"

           "Themfolksthatwasjustin."

           "Christknows,"saidAl.

           "S’posethey’llgetwork?"

           "HowthehellwouldIknow?"saidAl.

           Shestaredeastwardalongthehighway."Herecomesatransport,double.Wonderiftheystop?Hopetheydo."Andasthehugetruckcameheavilydownfromthehighwayandparked,Maeseizedherclothandwipedthewholelengthofthecounter.Andshetookafewswipesatthegleamingcoffeeurntoo,andturnedupthebottle-gasundertheurn.Albroughtoutahandfuloflittleturnipsandstartedtopeelthem.Mae’sfacewasgaywhenthedooropenedandthetwouniformedtruckdriversentered.

           "Hi,sister!"

           "Iwon’tbeasistertonoman,"saidMae.TheylaughedandMaelaughed."What’llitbe,boys?"

           "Oh,acupaJava.Whatkindapieyagot?"

           "Pineapplecreaman’bananacreaman’chocolatecreaman’apple."

           "Givemeapple.No,wait—what’sthatbigthickone?"

           Maepickedupthepieandsmelledit."Pineapplecream,"shesaid.

           "Well,chopoutahunkathat."

           Thecarswhizzedviciouslybyon66.