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'Rationing might make sense at some point:,'Jack said,'but why now?' He shook the sheets again, his cheeks almost as red as his hair. 'Why, when we've still got so much?

'That's the best time to start conserving,' P^andolph said.

'That's rich, coming from a man with a powerboat on Sebago Lake and a Winnebago Vectra in his dooryard,' Jack said.

'Don't forget Big Jim's Hummer,' Ernie put in.

'Enough,' Randolph said. 'The Selectmen decided - '

'Well, two of them did,' Jack said.

'You mean one of them did,' Ernie said. 'And we know which one.'

'-and I carried the message, so there's an end to it. Put a sign in the window.MARKET CLOSED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE.'

'Pete. Look. Be reasonable.' Ernie no longer seemed angry; now he seemed almost to be pleading. 'That'll scare the dickens out of people. If you're set on this, how about I put CLOSED FOR INVENTORY,WILL REOPEN SOON? Maybe add SORRY FOR THE TEMPORARY INCONVENIENCE. Put TEMPORARY in red, ojr something.'

Peter Randolph shook his head slowly and weightily. 'Can't let you, Ern. Couldn't let you even if you were still an official employee, like Him.' He nodded to Jack Cale, who had put down the inventory sheets so he could torture his hair with both hands. 'CLOSED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE. That's what the Selectmen told me, and I! carry out their orders. Besides, lies always come back to bite you on the ass.'

'Yeah, well, Duke Perkins would have told them to take this particular order and wipe their asses with it,' Ernie said. 'You ought to be ashamed, Pete, carrying that fat shit s water. He says jump, you ask how high.'

'You want to shut up right now, if you know what's good for you,' Randolph said, pointing at him. The finger shook a little. 'If you don't want to spend the rest of the day in jail on a disrespect charge, you just want to close your mouth and follow orders. This is a crisis situation - '

Ernie looked at him unbelievingly. '"Disrespect charge?" No such animal!'

'There is now. If you don't believe it, go on and try me.'

9

Later on - much too late to do any good - Julia Shumway would piece together most of how the Food City riot started, although she never got a chance to print it. Even if she had, she would have done so as a pure news story: the five Ws and the H. If asked to write about the emotional heart of the event, she would have been lost. How to explain that people she'd known all her life - people she respected, people she loved - had turned into a mob? She told herself I could've gotten a better handle on it if I'd been there from the very beginning and seen how it started, but that was pure rationalization, a refusal to face the orderless, reasonless beast that can arise when frightened people are provoked. She had seen such beasts on the TV news, usually in foreign countries. She never expected to see one in her own town.

And there was no need for it. This was what she kept coming back to. The town had been cut off for only seventy hours, and it was stuffed with provisions of almost every kind; only propane gas was in mysteriously short supply.

Later she would say, It was the moment when this townfalk realized what was happening. There was probably truth in the idea, but it didn't satisfy her. All she could say with complete certainty (and she said it only to herself) was that she watched her town lose its mind, and afterward she would never be the same person.

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The first two people to see the sign are Gina BufFalino and her friend Harriet Bigelow. Both girls are dressed in white nurse's uniforms (this was Ginny Tomlinson s idea; she felt the whites inspired more confidence among the patients than candy-striper pinafores), and they look most seriously cute. They also look tired, in spite of their youthful resiliency. It has been a hard two days, and another is ahead of them, after a night of short sleep. They have come for candy bars - they will gee enough for everyone but poor diabetic Jimmy Sirois, that's the plan - and they are talking about the meteor shower. The conversation stops when they see the sign on the door.

'The market can't be closed,' Gina says unbelievingly.'It's Tuesday morning.' She puts her face to the glass with her hands cupped to the sides to cut the glare of the bright morning sun.

While she's so occupied, Anson Wheeler drives up with Rose Twitchell riding shotgun. They have left Barbie back at Sweetbriar, finishing up the breakfast service. Rose is out of the little panel truck with her namesake painted on the side even before Anson has turned off the engine. She has a long list of staples, and wants to get as much as she can, as soon as she can. Then she sees CLOSED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE posted on the door.

'What the hell? I saw Jack Cale just last night, and he never said a word about this.'

She's speaking to Anson, who's chugging along in her wake, but it's Gina Buffalino who answers. 'It's still full of stuff, too. All the shelves are stocked.'

Other people are pulling in. The market is due to open in five minutes, and Rose isn't the only one who planned to get an early start on her marketing; folks from all over town woke up to find the Dome still in place and decided to stock up on supplies. Asked later to explain this sudden rush of custom, Rose would say: 'The same thing happens every winter when the Weather Bureau upgrades a storm warning to a blizzard warning. Sanders and Rennie couldn't have picked a worse day to pull this bullshit.'

Among the early arrivals are Units Two and Four of the Chester's Mill PD. Close behind them comes Frank DeLesseps in his Nova (he's ripped off the ASS, GAS, OR GRASS sticker, feeling it hardly becomes an officer of the law). Carter and Georgia are in Two; Mel Searles and Freddy Denton in Four. They have been parked down the street by LeClerc's Maison des Fleurs,by order of Chief Randolph. 'No need to get there too soon,' he has instructed them. 'Wait until there are a dozen or so cars in the parking lot. Hey, maybe they'll just read the sign and go home.'


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