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believed　be　had　met　the　limo…driver's　mother　in　a　New　Orleans　house　of

prostitution。

Then　he　was　ahead　and　out　of　danger　and　suddenly　aware　that　he　had　wet　his

pants。

In　Hallorann's　mind　the　thought　kept　repeating

（E　DICK　PLEASE　E　DICK　PLEASE）

but　it　began　to　fade　off　the　way　a　radio　station　will　as　you　approach　the

limits　of　its　broadcasting　area。　He　became　fuzzily　aware　that　his　car　was

tooling　along　the　soft　shoulder　at　better　than　fifty　miles　an　hour。　He　guided　it

back　onto　the　road；　feeling　the　rear　end　fishtail　for　a　moment　before　regaining

the　position　surface。

There　was　an　A&W　Rootbeer　stand　just　ahead。　Hallorann　signaled　and　turned　in；

his　heart　thudding　painfully　in　his　chest；　his　face　a　sickly　gray　color。　He

pulled　into　a　parking　slot；　took　his　handkerchief　out　of　his　pocket；　and　mopped

his　forehead　with　it。

（Lord　God！）

〃May　I　help　you？〃

The　voice　startled　him　again；　even　though　it　wasn't　the　voice　of　God　but　that

of　a　cute　little　carhop；　standing　by　his　open　window　with　an　order　pad。

〃Yeah；　baby；　a　rootbeer　float。　Two　scoops　of　vanilla；　okay？〃

〃Yes；　sir。〃　She　walked　away；　hips　rolling　nicely　beneath　her　red　nylon

uniform。

Hallorann　leaned　back　against　the　leather　seat　and　closed　his　eyes。　There　was

nothing　left　to　pick　up。　The　last　of　it　had　faded　out　between　pulling　in　here

and　giving　the　waitress　his　order。　All　that　was　left　was　a　sick；　thudding

headache；　as　if　his　brain　had　been　twisted　and　wrung　out　and　hung　up　to　dry。

Like　the　headache　he'd　gotten　from　letting　that　boy　Danny　shine　at　him　up　there

at　Ullman's　Folly。

But　this　had　been　much　louder。　Then　the　bo