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           Heheardthat,allright. 

           "Whatthehell’sthematterwithyou?"hesaid."Iwasasleep,forChrissake." 

           "Listen.What’stheroutineonjoiningamonastery?"Iaskedhim.Iwassortoftoyingwiththeideaofjoiningone."DoyouhavetobeaCatholicandall?" 

           "CertainlyyouhavetobeaCatholic.Youbastard,didyouwakemejusttoaskmeadumbques—" 

           "Aah,gobacktosleep.I’mnotgonnajoinoneanyway.ThekindofluckIhave,I’dprobablyjoinonewithallthewrongkindofmonksinit.Allstupidbastards.Orjustbastards." 

           WhenIsaidthat,oldAckleysatwaythehellupinbed. "Listen,"hesaid,"Idon’tcarewhatyousayaboutmeoranything,butifyoustartmakingcracksaboutmygoddamreligion,forChrissake—" 

           "Relax,"Isaid."Nobody’smakinganycracksaboutyourgoddamreligion." IgotupoffEly’sbed,andstartedtowardsthedoor.Ididn’twanttohangaroundinthatstupidatmosphereanymore. Istoppedontheway,though,andpickedupAckley’shand,andgavehimabig,phonyhandshake.Hepulleditawayfromme. "What’stheidea?"hesaid. 

           "Noidea.Ijustwanttothankyouforbeingsuchagoddamprince,that’sall,"Isaid.Isaiditinthisverysincerevoice."You’reaces,Ackleykid,"Isaid."Youknowthat?" 

           "Wiseguy.Somedaysomebody’sgonnabashyour—"