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    Just then Martinez heard passing on the sidewalk outside, that same terrible man with his two girls, all laughing and yelling together.
    He saw anguish move like the shadow of a summer cloud on the faces of the other men in this pool-room.
    Slowly Vamenos stepped on to the scales and dropped his penny. Eyes closed, he breathed a prayer.
    â€˜ Madre mía , please …’
    The machinery whirred, the card fell out. Vamenos opened his eyes.
    â€˜Look! One thirty-five pounds! Another miracle!’
    The men stared at his right hand and the card, at his left hand and a soiled ten-dollar bill.
    Gomez swayed. Sweating, he licked his lips. Then, his hand shot out, seized the money.
    â€˜The clothing store! The suit! Andale !’
    Yelling, everyone ran from the pool-room.
    The woman’s voice was still squeaking on the abandoned telephone. Martinez, left behind, reached out and hung the voice up. In the silence, he shook his head. ‘ Santos , what a dream! Six men,’ he said, ‘one suit. What will come of this? Madness? Debauchery? Murder? But I go with God. Gomez, wait for me!’
    Martinez was young. He ran fast.
    Mr Shumway, of SHUMWAY’S SUNSHINE SUITS, paused while adjusting a tie-rack, aware of some subtle atmospheric change outside his establishment.
    â€˜Leo,’ he whispered to his assistant. ‘Look …’
    Outside, one man, Gomez, strolled by, looking in. Two men. Manulo and Dominguez, hurried by, staring in. Three men, Villanazul, Martinez, and Vamenos, jostling shoulders, did the same.
    â€˜Leo,’ Mr Shumway swallowed. ‘Call the police!’
    Suddenly, six men filled the doorway.
    Martinez, crushed among them, his stomach slightly upset, his face feeling feverish, smiled so wildly at Leo that Leo let go the telephone.
    â€˜Hey,’ breathed Martinez, eyes wide. ‘There’s a great suit, over there!’
    â€˜No.’ Manulo touched a lapel. ‘ This one!’
    â€˜There is only one suit in all the world!’ said Gomez, coldly. ‘Mr Shumway, the ice-cream white, size thirty-four, was in your window just an hour ago! It’s gone! You didn’t –’
    â€˜Sell it?’ Mr Shumway exhaled. ‘No, no. In the dressing-room. It’s still on the dummy.’
    Martinez did not know if he moved and moved the crowd or if the crowd moved and moved him. Suddenly they were all in motion. Mr Shumway, running, tried to keep ahead of them.
    â€˜This way, gents. Now which of you …?’
    â€˜All for one, one for all!’ Martinez heard himself say, and laughed wildly. ‘We’ll all try it on!’
    â€˜All?’ Mr Shumway clutched at the booth curtain as if his shop were a steamship that had suddenly tilted in a great swell. He stared.
    That’s it, thought Martinez, look at our smiles. Now, look at the skeletons behind our smiles! Measure here, there, up, down, yes, do you see ?
    Mr Shumway saw. He nodded. He shrugged.
    â€˜All!’ He jerked the curtain. ‘There! Buy it, and I’ll throw in the dummy, free!’
    Martinez peered quietly into the booth, his motion drawing the others to peer, too.
    The suit was there.
    And it was white.
    Martinez could not breathe. He did not want to. He did not need to. He was afraid his breath would melt the suit. It was enough, just looking.
    But at last he took a great trembling breath and exhaled, whispering, ‘ Ay. Ay, caramba !’
    â€˜It puts out my eyes,’ murmured Gomez.
    â€˜Mr Shumway.’ Martinez heard Leo hissing. ‘Ain’t it dangerous precedent, to sell it? I mean, what if everybody bought one suit for six people?’
    â€˜Leo,’ said Mr Shumway, ‘you ever hear one single fifty-nine-dollar suit make so many people happy at the same time before?’
    â€˜Angels’ wings,’ murmured Martinez. ‘The wings of white angels.’
    Martinez felt Mr Shumway peering over his