Feeling Very Strange - Site de Thomas - Free
Feeling Very Strange - Site de Thomas - Free
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the little Magic shop | 23<br />
“Yes, I’ve returned for my — ”<br />
“I know, I know.” Mr. O’Beronne stirred fitfully on his cushions. “I<br />
see you’ve met my. . .associate. Mr. Ferry.”<br />
“I kind of manage the place, these days,” said Mr. Ferry. He winked<br />
at James, behind Mr. O’Beronne’s back.<br />
“I’m James Abernathy,” James said. He offered his hand.<br />
Ferry fol<strong>de</strong>d his arms warily. “Sorry, I never do that.”<br />
O’Beronne cackled feebly and broke into a fit of coughing. “Well, my<br />
boy,” he said finally, “I was hoping I’d last long enough to see you one<br />
more time. . . Mr. Ferry! There’s a crate, in the back, un<strong>de</strong>r those filthy<br />
movie posters of yours. . . .”<br />
“Sure, sure,” Ferry said indulgently. He left.<br />
“Let me look at you,” said O’Beronne. His eyes, in their dry, lea<strong>de</strong>n<br />
sockets, had grown quite lizardlike. “Well, what do you think of the<br />
place? Be frank.”<br />
“It’s looked better,” James said. “So have you.”<br />
“But so has the world, eh?” O’Beronne said. “He does bang-up business,<br />
young Ferry. You should see him manage the books. . . .”<br />
He waved one hand, its tiny knuckles warped with arthritis. “It’s<br />
such a blessing, not to have to care anymore.”<br />
Ferry reappeared, lugging a woo<strong>de</strong>n crate, crammed with dusty sixpacks<br />
of pop-top aluminum cans. He set it gently on the counter.<br />
Every can held Youthing Water. “Thanks,” James said, his eyes wi<strong>de</strong>ning.<br />
He lifted one pack reverently, and tugged at a can.<br />
“Don’t,” O’Beronne said. “This is for you, all of it. Enjoy it, son. I<br />
hope you’re satisfied.”<br />
James lowered the cans, slowly. “What about our arrangement?”<br />
O’Beronne’s eyes fell, in an ecstasy of humiliation. “I humbly apologize.<br />
But I simply can’t keep up our bargain any longer. I don’t have the<br />
strength, you see. So this is yours now. It’s all I could find.”<br />
“Yeah, this must be pretty much the last of it,” nod<strong>de</strong>d Ferry,<br />
inspecting his nails. “It hasn’t moved well for some time — I figure the<br />
bottling plant shut up shop.”<br />
“So many cans, though. . .” James said thoughtfully. He produced his<br />
wallet. “I brought a nice car for you, outsi<strong>de</strong>. . . .”<br />
“None of that matters now,” said Mr. O’Beronne. “Keep all of it, just