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"
All
right
,
now
,
listen
.
Relax
.
Just
relax
,
"
the
grayhaired
man
said
.
"
You
know
the
Ellenbogens
,
for
Chrissake
.
What
probably
happened
,
they
probably
missed
their
last
train
.
All
three
of
’
em
’
ll
probably
barge
in
on
you
any
minute
,
full
of
witty
,
night
-
club
—
"
"
They
drove
in
.
"
"
How
do
you
know
?
"
"
Their
baby
-
sitter
.
We
’
ve
had
some
scintillating
goddam
conversations
.
We
’
re
close
as
hell
.
We
’
re
like
two
goddam
peas
in
a
pod
.
"
"
All
right
.
All
right
.
So
what
?
Will
ya
sit
tight
and
relax
,
now
?
"
said
the
gray
-
haired
man
.
"
All
three
of
’
em
’
ll
probably
waltz
in
on
you
any
minute
.
Take
my
word
.
You
know
Leona
.
I
don
’
t
know
what
the
hell
it
is
—
they
all
get
this
god
-
awful
Connecticut
gaiety
when
they
get
in
to
New
York
.
You
know
that
.
"
"
Yeah
.
I
know
.
I
know
.
I
don
’
t
know
,
though
.
"
"
Certainly
you
do
.
Use
your
imagination
.
The
two
of
’
em
probably
dragged
Joanie
bodily
—
"
"
Listen
.
Nobody
ever
has
to
drag
Joanie
anywhere
.
Don
’
t
gimme
any
of
that
dragging
stuff
.
"
"
Nobody
’
s
giving
you
any
dragging
stuff
,
Arthur
,
"
the
gray
-
haired
man
said
quietly
.
