Out in treet again  turned a deep, angry purple. In tagnant air torm smell.

    trees along to steal into tmosp trange greenisreet. All  Jake paused for a moment to sniff tcase under o run toreet. But  quick enough.

    tallic cras.

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    York Cafe  and so er.

    Brannon puser. Nouition you er t you  just too late. il it . And a suitcase?’

    It looks like a suitcase, Jake said. And it feels like a suitcase.

    So if you believe in tuality of suitcases I reckon t.’

    You oug to stand around like tairs and t iron.’

    Jake sat at one of tables and rested   to rest  my wind again.’

    But your lips are turning blue. You look all knocked up.’

    Im all rig I  is some supper.’

    Supper  be ready for iently.

    Any old leftovers  put te. You dont even o boto  them.’

    tiness in . ed to look neitable. It  at table for t time. And  t   out on a limb. And no o o get out of it by art again. At t of it panic came in ired.  t  on t beside him.

    to .’

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    steam and closed s in it?’

    Lemon rind rubbed on a lump of sugar and boiling er s a good drink.’

    how much do I owe you?’

    I dont kno out before you leave.’

    Jake took a deep draugoddy and   to pay you—and if I did I probably  anyway.’

    ell,  a bill and asked you to pay up?’

    No, Jake said. You been very reasonable. And since I t it youre a rig guy—from tive, t is.’

    Brannon sat