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Show page 5 "You come before eight -- you know hox-; i t is the last night, honey." Johnny Mack nodded. He knew hoxv i t was the last night. The hotel crew claimed t h e i r time. And sometimes a cop or a sheriff dropped in. Johnny Mack knew how i t was. "You g i r l s got magazines to read on the t r a i n ? " he asked. "I got some new ones." "Vogue?" asked the blonde. "Westerns," he said, his chin hanging down on the top of his apron bib, his eyes in the v of P a t ' s dress. "You a i n ' t like Nick at a l l , " the blonde said. "I like westerns," Pat the brunette said and patted his .arm. "You bring up a couple, honey. You bring up a couple. We'll read 'em a l l the way to Atlanta, won't we, Irene?" "You know what you can do with western magazines?" Irene said her voice r i s i n g. Pat cut in: "We do want t o get something for Nick, honey. What can he use, honey?" She looked around the cafe. "A pipe or pipe rack?" "Smokes c i g a r e t t e s , " Johnny Mack said. "Anyhox-?, Nick never wants nothing for himself." "Something for the place then, honey. We dropped over to ask you 'cause we know you know. Everybody says 'Ask Johnny Mack about anything at N i c k ' s . '" Johnny pointed to the gumdrop dispenser. "Couple of girls o-ave us t h a t last year, gave i t to Nick and me." He looked up to the wall above the stove cubicle. "And that flag, that was |