They shimmered, grew gauzy. The dockrunning between The Street and The Sunset Bar was a long one--seventyfeet at least, perhaps a hundred. Hey, no, think again. He had an explosive way of talking with a pause between each sentence, as if the sen-tence took sometime to come up from someplace way down inside.
He didn't stay long and went off someplace in a staffcar to confer with some high official or other. I settled for saying yes again, this time without the littleuptilt at the end. At noon I'd break, drive down to BuddyJellison's greaseatorium for something nasty, then return and work foranother hour or so. If you objected to making the world safe for costplus democracy you went to jail with Debs.
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