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〃Thats　a　big　ten…four。〃

〃I　be　there。　You　keep　that　thing　off　the　top　end　goin　home；　you　hear　me？　Every

cop　between　here　an　St。　Pete　knows　your　name。〃

〃You　know　all　about　it；　huh？〃　Hallorann　asked；　grinning。

〃I　know　more　than　youll　ever　learn；　my　man。〃

〃Listen　to　this　sassy　nigger。　Would　you　listen？〃

〃Go　on；　get　outta　here　fore　I　start　throwin　these　lettuces。〃

〃Go　on　an　throw　em。　Ill　take　anything　for　free。〃

Masterton　made　as　if　to　throw　one。　Hallorann　ducked；　rolled　up　the　window；　and

drove　on。　He　was　feeling　fine。　For　the　last　half　hour　or　so　he　had　been　smelling

oranges；　but　he　didnt　find　that　queer。　For　the　last　half　hour　he　had　been　in　a

fruit　and　vegetable　market。

It　was　4：30　p。m。；　EST；　the　first　day　of　December；　Old　Man　Winter　settling　his

frostbitten　rump　firmly　onto　most　of　the　country；　but　down　here　the　men　wore

open…throated　shortsleeve　shirts　and　the　women　were　in　light　summer　dresses　and

shorts。　On　top　of　the　First　Bank　of　Florida　building；　a　digital　thermometer

bordered　with　huge　grapefruits　was　flashing　79°　over　and　over。　Thank　God　for

Florida；　Hallorann　thought；　mosquitoes　and　all。

In　the　back　of　the　limo　were　two　dozen　avocados；　a　crate　of　cucumbers；　ditto

oranges；　ditto　grapefruit。　Three　shopping　sacks　filled　with　Bermuda　onions；　the

sweetest　vegetable　a　loving　God　ever　created；　some　pretty　good　sweet　peas；　which

would　be　served　with　the　entree　and　e　back　uneaten　nine　times　out　of　ten；　and

a　single　blue　Hubbard　squash　that　was　strictly　for　personal　consumption。

Hallorann　stopped　in　the　turn　lane　at　the　Vermont　Street　light；　and　when　the

green　arrow　showed　he　pulled　out　onto　state　highway　219；　pushing　up　to　forty　and

holding　it　there　until　the　town　began　to　trickle　away　into　an　exurban　sprawl　of

gas　stations；　Burger　Kings；　and　McDonalds。　It　was　a　small　order　today；　he　could

have　sent　Baedecker　after　it；　but　Baedecker　had　been　chafing　for　his　chance　to

buy　the　meat；　and　besides；　Hallorann　never　missed　a　chance　to　bang　it　back　and

forth　with　Frank　Masterton　if　he　could　help　it。　Masterton　might　show　up　tonight

to　watch　some　TV　and　drink　Halloranns　Bushmills；　or　he　might　not。　Either　way

was　all　right。　But　seeing　him　mattered。　Every　time　it　mattered　now；　because　they

werent　young　anymore。　In　the　last　few　days　it　seemed　he　was　thinking　of　that

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