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Show 191 of aftershave, afraid they would slip from her fingers. "I said 'Come here!"* His face twiched violently. He was younger than she had thought, a young man. With dirty straw hair matted around his head, like a scarcrow. He threw the bag on the counter. "Fill it-fast!" She set the bottles of aftershave on the counter, they wobbled when she released her hands, wobbling themselves slowly down to their bases. Like coins will. Like in a dream. "Hurry!" She punched the "no sale" key. The ring, the drawer releasing slammed back out at her. She jumped. He glanced wildly around the store, "Hurry!" Her fingers fumbled through the separate compartments. Never had there seemed so many compartments! she couldn't believe how many there were. "Just the lettuce!" She dropped the handful of quarters back in the compartment, and set the bag on the counter. "All of it-fuck head!" It was then she remembered the twenties, the checks under the drawer-she had honestly forgotten. But her hands were shaking, shaking so violently the drawer would not lift up. She grabbed the counter with one hand-to steady herself-and the drawer with the other. She pulled it free. His eyes darted around the store as she cleaned out the slips of paper, stuffing them in the bag. He had a crooked blade of a nose, it |