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448 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 2013
"How old are you?" I asked.
His eyes were on the revolver I was holding.
"Look, mister, there’s not much in the cash
register, but take it all. I won’t make no
trouble."
"I am not interested in your filthy money.
How old are you?"
He was puzzled. "Forty-two."
I clicked my tongue. "What a pity. From your
point of view, at least. You might have lived
another twenty or thirty years if you had just
taken the slight pains to be polite."
He didn’t understand.
"I am going to kill you," I said, "because of
the four-cent stamp and because of the
cherry candy."
He did not know what I meant by the cherry
candy, but he did know about the stamp.
Panic raced into his face. "You must be
crazy. You can’t kill me just because of that."
"But I can."
And I did.