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Smalter vanished behind his shelves.
Mrs. Haig didn't nose through the store like most
people; she just stood there. It annoyed Luke to think
of her being married to a police chief, for almost all of
them were stupid and corrupt like the guy in Killer in
the Rain. That bully Haig, pulling you over at night
when you were just out on your bike, minding your own
business, waving you over and yelling out of his car,
"Know what time it is? Let's head on home now."
The woman gave Luke a funny look, and he
realized he'd been staring at her. "Hi," he mumbled, then
called over the counter, "See you, Mr. Smalter."
The pharmacist pulled himself up on his stool.
"Listen, I'll go another seventy-five cents an hour, okay?
Think it over." The adults watched the boy run out.
Smalter smiled. "More energy than we need when we
have it, and always gone when we finally discover
something worth using it on. They burn up, and we burn
out .
"Here. Ida Sniffell called this in for you. Four times
daily, and Otto gives you, it says here, unlimited refills."
"Yes"