But he’d had to part with most of the cash his grandmother had given him to pay the back rent and get back into the apartment. And for what? Someone had been there already, trashed the place. The disk wasn’t there. He’d fucked up. Set up a meeting with the mob guy, Mikey, just assuming he’d find the diskette. There was a shopping center with a brand new Winn-Dixie just a block away. He’d think better after he had some lunch. Once inside, he got a shopping cart and wheeled it directly to the paper-goods aisle. There he stacked the cart with bulky rolls of paper towels, the largest package of disposable diapers he could find, and an eighteen-roll package of toilet tissue. It made a high white tower, totally obscuring Wade from view. Then he made his way to the beer coolers. He pulled the cart in front of the cooler door, opened it, and helped himself to a quart bottle of malt liquor. He uncapped it and let the cold liquid slide down his throat. He needed this. It felt like he’d been gargling sand all day.
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