Chapter Forty eight:
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SUNDAYS WERE ALWAYS strange days for Yancy. Most of the old folks went to church or off to visit their kids. The few who stayed around seemed to think Sunday was a day for napping. It was also Yancy’s only day off.
When he’d first started, the eight old dwarves told him to take the weekend off, but he didn’t have anywhere to go, or a car to go anywhere in. After the first weekend in Crossroads, he talked them into letting him work half a day on both Friday and Saturday instead. That way the weekend didn’t seem so long.
The first few Sundays he’d been busy working on his boxcar-size apartment behind the office. He’d painted the walls, put new linoleum down on the four-feet square of a bathroom, and built a shelf for his hot plate and cans of soup.
Yancy bought e
