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the　way　he　did。　There　was　bound　to　be　trouble；　maybe　bad　trouble。

He　suddenly　keyed　the　limo；　put　it　in　reverse；　and　pulled　back　onto　the

highway；　peeling　rubber。　The　waitress　with　the　rolling　hips　stood　in　the　A&W

stands　archway；　a　tray　with　a　rootbeer　float　on　it　in　her　hands。

〃What　is　it　with　you；　a　fire？〃　she　shouted；　but　Hallorann　was　gone。

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The　manager　was　a　man　named　Queems；　and　when　Hallorann　came　in　Queems　was

conversing　with　his　bookie。　He　wanted　the　four…horse　at　Rockaway。　No；　no　parlay；

no　quinella；　no　exacta；　no　goddam　futura。　Just　the　little　old　four；　six　hundred

dollars　on　the　nose。　And　the　Jets　on　Sunday。　What　did　he　mean；　the　Jets　were

playing　the　Bills？　Didnt　he　know　who　the　Jets　were　playing？　Five　hundred；

seven…point　spread。　When　Queems　hung　up；　looking　put…out；　Hallorann　understood

how　a　man　could　make　fifty　grand　a　year　running　this　little　spa　and　still　wear

suits　with　shiny　seats。　He　regarded　Hallorann　with　an　eye　that　was　still

bloodshot　from　too　many　glances　into　last　nights　bourbon　bottle。

〃Problems；　Dick？〃

〃Yes；　sir；　Mr。　Queems；　I　guess　so。　I　need　three　days　off。〃

There　was　a　package　of　Kents　in　the　breast　pocket　of　Queemss　sheer　yellow

shirt。　He　reached　one　out　of　the　pocket　without　removing　the　pack；　tweezing　it

out；　and　bit　down　morosely　on　the　patented　Micronite　filter。　He　lit　it　with　his

desktop　Cricket。

〃So　do　I；〃　he　said。　〃But　whats　on　your　mind？〃

〃I　need　three　days；〃　Hallorann　repeated。　〃Its　my　boy。〃

Queemss　eyes　dropped　to　Halloranns　left　hand；　which　was　ringless。

〃I　been　divorced　since　1964；〃　Hallorann　said　patiently。

〃Dick；　you　know　what　the　weekend　situation　is。　Were　full。　To　the　gunnels。

Even　the　cheap　seats。　Were　even　filled　up　in　the　Florida　Room　on　Sunday　night。

So　take　my　watch；　my　wallet；　my　pension　fund。　Hell；　you　can　even　take　my　wife　if

you　can　stand　the　sharp　edges。　But　please　dont　ask　me　for　time　off。　What　is　he；

sick？〃

〃Yes；　sir；〃　Hallorann　said；　still　trying　to　visualize　himself　twisting　a　cheap

cloth　hat　and　rolling　his　eyeballs。　〃He　shot。〃

〃Shot！〃　Queems　said。　He　put　his　Kent　down　in　an　ashtray　which　bore　the　emblem

of　Ole　Miss；　of　which　he　was　a　business　admin　graduate。

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