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Lena had made her way to the side of the truck.
"No," Lena said.


"Bitch!" Theo said — it slipped out before he could stop himself.
He'd been on such a roll.


"See how she is," said Dale. "Wish you had a bag of ice now, don't
you, hippie?"


"I'm an officer of the law," Theo said, wishing he had a gun or
something. He pulled his badge wallet out of his back pocket but
decided that was a little late for ID, since he'd known Dale for nearly
twenty years.


"Yeah, and I'm a Caribou," Dale said, with more pride than he really
should have had about that.


"I'll forget all about it if he puts a hundred bucks in the kettle," Lena
said.


"You're nuts, woman."


"It's Christmas, Dale."


"Fuck Christmas and fuck you."
"Hey, there's no need for that kind of talk, Dale," Theo said, going
for the peace in peace officer. "You can just step out of the truck."


"Fifty bucks in the kettle and he can go," Lena said. "It's for the
needy."


Theo whipped around and looked at her. "You can't plea-bargain in
the parking lot of the Thrifty-Mart. I had him on the ropes."


"Shut up, hippie," Dale said. Then to Lena, "You'll take twenty and
the needy can get bent. They can get a job like the rest of us."