ve.ThegunwassoheavyIhadtorestthebarrelontopofthecashregister,myfihetrigger.

    "Illgiveyouthemoney,"saidthemanager,hisvoicehoarse."Theycollecteditateleven,sowedonthavetoomuch,butyouhaveeverything.Wereinsured."

    "Lowerthefrontshutterandturnoffthesign,"saidmywife.

    "Waitaminute,"saidthemanager."Itdothat.IllbeheldresponsibleifIcloseupwithoutpermission."

    Mywiferepeatedherorder,slowly.Heseemedtorn.

    "Youdbetterdowhatshesays,"Iwarnedhim.

    Helookedatthemuzzleofthegunatoptheregister,thenatmywife,andthenbackatthegun.Hefinallyresignedhimselftotheiable.Heturnedoffthesignandhitaswitaricalpahatloweredtheshutter.Ikeptmyeyeonhim,worriedthathemighthitaburglaralarm,butapparentlyMaldsdonthaveburglaralarms.Maybeithadneveroccurredtoanybodytoattae.

    Thefrontshuttermadeahugeracketwhenitclosed,likeaybucketbeingsmashedwithabaseballbat,butthecouplesleepingattheirtablewasstilloutcold.Talkaboutasoundsleep:Ihadntseenanythinglikethatinyears.

    "ThirtyBigMacs.Fortakeout,"saidmywife.

    "Letmejustgiveyouthemoney,"pleadedthemanager."Illgiveyoumorethanyouneed.Yougobuyfoodsomewhereelse.Thisisgoingtomessupmyatsand--"

    "Youdbetterdowhatshesays,"Isaidagain.

    ThethreeofthemwentintothekitareatogetherandstartedmakihirtyBigMacs.Thestudentgrilledtheburgers,thematheminbuns,andthegirledthemup.Nobodysaidaword.

    Ileanedagainstabigrefrigerator,aimiowardtheg