CHAPTER THIRTEENIt was high time that I get over to the convention, but I’d had only coffee for breakfast and I needed something on my stomach before undergoing that ordeal, something hot and something substantial. I left the office and walked over to the corner of Marion and Herkimer to the Acme Lunch, the neighborhood dirty spoon. I got a large bowl of beef stew and approximately half a pound of semi-stale white bread.
The first few mouthfuls were hard getting down, but from there on it wasn’t too bad. I finished with more of an appetite than when I’d started. I told myself it was going to be a long time before I had another drink.
I sat at the table picking my teeth and messing with a second cup of coffee until the waitress started hovering over me. Well, it couldn’t be put off indefi
