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) “I already read it, Dad,” Tommy reported efficiently. “I read it too, and then I called up the fellow who wrote it,” said his father, “and he got it backward. It isn’t the interest rate. It’s this Jupiter stuff. ” “Right, Dad! We’re on top of it. I’ve been kicking ass with those scientists, and we’re going to book one of them on the Sunland Saturday program to talk about it.” “Which one? Sonderman? Some radio personality! He talks like a gravedigger.” “He sounds like a scientist, and anyway I’m going to tell him what to say ahead of time.” “Get Townsend on it too,” his father ordered, and spun his chair moodily to gaze out the window. It had begun to rain again, but nevertheless there were Jupes at the traffic lights, running out to solicit the drivers of stopped cars. “When I came in this morning,” he said, “I took one look at Dave, the elevator starter, and what do you think I saw? He had a streak of black on his forehead. Just like it was Ash Wednesday, for Christ’s sake.” “Dave?
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