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〃Skunked again！〃 his friend said。 Then this man； who looked like a high…powered executive or lawyer or big…time stockbroker； took the Mark Cross pen and drew another grid。
The first businessman； the winner； glanced to his left and saw Jake。 He smiled。 〃Some day； huh； kid？〃
〃It sure is；〃 Jake said； delighted to find he meant every word。
〃Too nice for school； huh？〃
This time Jake actually laughed。 Piper School； where you had Outs instead of lunch and where you sometimes stepped out but never had to take a crap； suddenly seemed far away and not at all important。 〃You know it。〃
〃You want a game？ Billy here couldn't beat me at this when we were in the fifth grade； and he still can't。'
〃Leave the kid alone；〃 the second businessman said； holding out the Mark Cross pen。 〃This time you're history。〃 He winked at Jake； and Jake amazed himself by winking back。 He walked on； leaving the men to their game。 The sense that something totally wonderful was going to happen…had perhaps already begun to happen…continued to grow； and his feet no longer seemed to be quite touching the pavement。
The WALK light on the corner came on； and he began to cross Lexington Avenue。 He stopped in the middle of the street so suddenly that a messenger…boy on a ten…speed bike almost ran him down。 It was a beautiful spring day…agreed。 But that wasn't why he felt so good； so suddenly aware of everything that was going on around him； so sure that some great thing was about to occur。
The voices had stopped。
They weren't gone for good…he somehow knew this…but for the time being they had stopped。 Why？
Jake suddenly thought of two men arguing in a room。 They sit facing each other over a table； jawing at each other with increasing bitterness。 After a while they begin to lean toward each other； thrusting their faces pugnaciously forward； bathing each other with a fine mist of outraged spittle。 Soon they will e to blows。 But before that can happen； they hear a steady thumping noise…the sound of a bass drum…and then a jaunty flourish of brass。 The two men stop arguing and look at each other； puzzled。
What's that？ one asks。
Dunno； the other replies。 Sounds like a parade。
They rush to the window and it is a parade…a uniformed band marching in lock…step with the sun blazing off their horns； pretty majo…rettes twirling batons and strutting their long； tanned legs； convertibles decked with flowers and filled with waving celebrities。
The two men stare out the window； their quarrel forgotten。 They will undoubtedly return to it； but for the time being they stand together like the best of friends； shoulder to shoulder； watching as the parade goes by…
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A HORN BLARED； STARTLING Jake out of this story； which was as vivid as a powerful dream。 He realized he was still standing in the middle of Lexington； and the light had changed。 He looked around wildly； expecting to see the blue Cadillac bearing down on him； but the guy who had tooted his horn was sitting behind the wheel of a yellow Mustang convert…ible and grinning at him。 It was as if everyone in New York had gotten a whiff of happy…gas today。
Jake waved at the guy and sprinted to the other side of the street。 The guy in the Mustang twirled a finger around his ear to indicate that Jake was crazy； then waved back and drove on。
For a moment Jake simply stood on the far corner； face turned up to the May sunshine； smiling； digging the day。 He supposed prisoners condemned to die in the electric chair must feel this way when they learn they have been granted a temporary reprieve。
The voices were still。
The question was； what was the parade which had temporarily diverted their attention？ Was it just the unmon beauty of this spring morning？
Jake didn't think that was all。 He didn't think so because that sensa…tion of knowing was creeping over him and through him again； the one which had taken possession of him three weeks ago； as he approached the corner of Fifth and Forty…sixth。 But on May 9th； it had been a feeling of impending doom。 Today it was a feeling of radiance； a sense of goodness and anticipation。 It was as if 。。。 as if 。。。
White。 This was the word that came to him； and it clanged in his mind with clear and unquestionable lightness。
〃It's the White！〃 he exclaimed aloud。 〃The ing of the White！〃
He walked on down Fifty…fourth Street； and as he reached the cor…ner of Second and Fifty…fourth； he once more passed under the umbrella of ka…tet。
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HE TURNED RIGHT； THEN stopped； turned； and retraced his steps to the corner。 He needed to walk down Second Avenue now； yes； that was unquestionably correct； but this was the wrong side again。 When the light changed； he hurried across the street and turned right again。 That feeling； that sense of
（Whiteness）
rightness； grew steadily stronger。 He felt half…mad with joy and relief。 He was going to be okay。 This time there was no mistake。 He felt sure that he would soon begin to see people he recognized； as he had recognized the fat lady and the pretzel vendor； and they would be doing things he remembered in advance。
Instead； he came to the bookstore。
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THE MANHATTAN RESTAURANT OF THE MIND； the sign painted in the window read。 Jake went to the d（x》r。 There was a chalkboard hung there； it looked like the kind you saw on the wall in diners and lunchrooms。
TODAY'S SPECIALS
From Florida！ Fresh…Broiled John D。 MacDonald Hardcovers 3 for 2。50 Paperbacks 9 for 5。00
From Mississippi！ Pan…Fried William Faulkner Hardcovers Market Price Vintage Library Paperbacks 75 each
From California！ Hard…Boiled Raymond Chandler Hardcovers Market Price Paperbacks 7 for 5。00
FEED YOUR NEED TO READ
Jake went in； aware that he had； for the first time in three weeks； opened a door without hoping madly to find another world on the other side。 A bell jingled overhead。 The mild； spicy smell of old books hit him； and the smell was somehow like ing home。
The restaurant motif continued inside。 Although the walls were lined with shelves of books； a fountain…style counter bisected the room。 On Jake's side of the counter were a number of small tables with wire…backed Malt Shoppe chairs。 Each table had been arranged to display the day's specials： Travis McGee novels by John D。 Mac…Donald； Philip Marlowe novels by Raymond Chandler； Snopes novels by William Faulkner。 A small sign on the Faulkner table said： Some rare 1st eds available…pls ask。 Another sign； this one on the counter； read simply： BROWSE！ A couple of customers were doing just that。 They sat at the counter； drinking coffee and reading。 Jake thought this was without a doubt the best bookstore he'd ever been in。
The question was； why was he here？ Was it luck； or was it part of that soft； insistent feeling that he was following a trail…a land of force…beam…that had been left for him to find？
He glanced at the display on a small table to his left and knew the answer。
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IT WAS A DISPLAY of children's books。 There wasn't much room on the table； so there were only about a dozen of them…Alice's Adventures in Wonderland； The Hobbit； Tom S