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Show page 9 walked out into the fading evening. Johnny Mack went straight to his room above a warehouse. He sorted his six best xvestem magazines and walked down the block to the h o t e l . He left the magazines and ten one-dollar b i l ls with the clerk. "For the brunette," he said. The clerk asked wasn't he going up. Johnny Mack d i d n ' t reckon he was tonight. He returned to his room, sat at his window and rolled and smoked c i g a r e t t e s in the dark u n t i l the mid-evening t r a i n pulled away, toward Atlanta. He thought of the nice g i r l s who traveled the c i r c u i t and how kind they were to Nick and him. The candy machine arrived two days l a t e r . It wasn't actually a candy machine but a candy display stand. Nick got a drayman to bring it from the express office on the far side of the depot and uncrate i t on the sidexvalk in front of his cafe. The stand stood five feet high, on angleiron legs, and underneath the display section were six one-inch deep aluminum trays that slid into place, one atop another. Nick had on his good and only suit but he pushed the machine into the cafe shouting, "Johnny, Johnny, who present us this?" Johnny Mack helped Nick slide i t against the front display window, and after Nick had wiped the inside with a clean rag Johnny Mack placed a l l the candy in the display section and f i l l e d the t r a y s . "The l a d i e s , " he said, "Pat and Irene." He f e l t as happy as did Nick Panagiatopulos. The candy machine sat there from then on, against the plate-glass window. And when Nick left in the morning he would say, "Don't forget» Johnny, to polish the candy machine." And when |