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           "Youseemtohavegotoveryourmullygrubs."

           "Ihad’embadyesterday.Don’tknowwheretheycomefrom."

           "Don’tIknow!Sometimeswithmenotfortheusualreason."

           "Youdidquiteajobwiththatfortune."

           "Soreaboutit?"

           "No.I’djustliketoknowhowyoudidit."

           "Youdon’tbelieveinthatstuff."

           "It’snotbelief.Youhitsomethingsrightonthenose.ThingsI’dbeenthinkingandthingsI’vebeendoing."

           "Likewhat?"

           "Likeit’stimeforachange."

           "YouthinkIriggedthecards,don’tyou?"

           "Doesn’tmatter.Ifyoudid—whatmadeyou?Haveyouthoughtofthat?"

           Shelookedmefullintheeyes,suspicious,probing,questioning."Yeah!"shesaidsoftly."Imeanno,Ineverthoughtofthat.IfIriggedthem,whatmademe?Thatwouldbelikeun-riggingtherig."

           Mr.Bakerlookedinthedoor."Morning,Margie,"hesaid."Ethan,haveyougivenanythoughttomysuggestion?"

           "Isurehave.AndI’dliketotalktoyou."

           "Anytimeatall,Ethan."

           "Well,Ican’tgetoutduringtheweek.Youknow,Marullo’shardlyeverhere.Goingtobehometomorrow?"

           "Afterchurch,sure.That’sanidea.YoubringMaryaboutfour.WhiletheladiesjawaboutEasterhats,we’llslipoffand—"

           "I’vegotahundredthingsIwanttoask.GuessIbetterwritethemdown."

           "AnythingIknow,you’rewelcometo.Seeyouthen.Morning,Margie."

           Whenhewentout,Margiesaid,"You’rebeginningfast."

           "Maybejustlimberingup."