Зима тревоги нашей

           "Smallgooditdoesme."

           "Ifitwasyourstorenow,you’dmakemoney."

           "Butitisn’t."

           "Ifyouopenedupnextdoor,you’dtakeallthecustomerswithyou."

           "Whatmakesyouthinkso?"

           "Becausepeoplebuyfrompeopletheyknow.It’scalledgoodwillanditworks."

           "Didn’tworkbefore.Everybodyintownknewme.Iwentbroke."

           "Thatwastechnical.Youdidn’tknowhowtobuy."

           "MaybeIstilldon’t."

           "Youdo.Youdon’tevenknowyou’velearned.Butyou’vestillgotabrokestateofmind.Junkit,Mr.Hawley.Junkit,Ethan."

           "Thanks."

           "Ilikeyou.WhenisMarullogoingtoItaly?"

           "Hehasn’tsaid.Tellme,Joey—howrichishe?No,don’t.Iknowyou’renotsupposedtotalkaboutclients."

           "Icanrupturearuleforafriend,Ethan.Idon’tknowallhisaffairs,butifouraccountmeansanything,I’dsayheis.He’sgothisfingersinallkindsofthings—pieceofpropertyhere,vacantlotthere,somebeach-fronthouses,andabundleoffirstmortgagesbigaroundasyourwaist."

           "Howdoyouknow?"

           "Safe-depositbox.Herentsoneofourbigones.Whenheopensit,hehasonekeyandIhavetheother.I’lladmitI’vepeeked.GuessI’mapeepingTomatheart."

           "Butit’sallonthelevel,isn’tit?Imean—wellyoureadallthetimeabout—well,drugsandracketsandthingslikethat."

           "Iwouldn’tknowaboutthat.Hedon’ttellhisbusinessaround.Drawssomeout,putssomeback.AndIdon’tknowwhereelsehebanks.YounoticeIdon’ttellhisbalance."