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           "Saidhewasscared.Justtookorders.Laiddownonthefloorandlet’emhaveit.Saidthemoneywasbetterinsuredthanhewas."

           "I’llbringyouthesandwicheswhenIcloseup.I’llknockonthebackdoor.Whatkindyouwant?"

           "Don’tbother,Mr.Hawley.I’llslipacrossthealley—onehamandonecheeseonrye,lettuceandmayonnaise,andmaybeonebottleofmilkandaCokeforlater."

           "Gotsomenicesalami—that’sMarullo."

           "No,thanks.How’stheone-manMafiaholdingup?"

           "Allright,Iguess."

           "Well,evenifyoudon’tlikeguineas,yougottoadmireaguycanbuildapushcartintoallthepropertyheowns.He’sprettycute.Peopledon’tknowhowmuchhe’sgotsaltedaway.MaybeIshouldn’tsaythat.Banker’snotsupposedtotell."

           "Youdidn’ttell."

           TheyhadcometothecornerwhereElmanglesintoHighStreet.AutomaticallytheystoppedandturnedtolookatthepinkbrickandplastermessthatwastheoldBayHotel,nowbeingwreckedtomakeroomforthenewWoolworth’s.Theyellow-paintedbulldozerandthebigcranethatswungthewreckingballweresilentlikewaitingpredatorsintheearlymorning.

           "Ialwayswantedtodothat,"Joeysaid."Mustbeakicktoswingthatsteelballandseeawallgodown."

           "IsawenoughgodowninFrance,"Ethansaid.