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uyers' hair. "Yes. It's kind of crazy."
"If you wouldn't mind though, you know, I think I'd
like to keep working back here. If you close up. Would
that be okay? I want to keep busy, I guess."
"Yes, that's always best."
The Tea Shoppe to which Smalter retreated was
not open. Its early hours, like his pharmacy's, depended
on the proprietor's spirits or the weather. He walked on
to the Dingley Day, where he interrupted A.A. Hayes
in the compilation of a comparative list. "Do you know,"
said the editor, looking up at the door from his scratch
paper, "that if I were Keats I would have been dead for
twenty-three years?
Alexander, fifteen. Christ, fifteen. If I were Martin
Luther King, Jr., I would have been shot nine years
ago."
"Pru's not open yet. How are you, Alvis?"
"Rotten. Now if I were Marx or Einstein, I'd have a
whole lot of time left, not that it'd make a damn bit of
difference. Some people make a dent. Not likely I'll be
included in that number. What a pissass thing, Sammy.
What a hell of a thing."