Chapter 41
The Second Day
VENT DIDN’T POP out of bed in his typical style and moved around the kitchen like an old man, not an eighteen-year-old boy. After observing for some time, Georgia commented, “This not my Vent…you not movin’ how Vent moves. This how you are after only one day? Can’t see how this job right for you.”
“Yeah, but this not my real job. This down in the caisson. My knees and ankles hurt, but only two more days to go. A big Irishman by the name of Connor McCloskey is keepin’ an eye on me, so don’t worry.”
“You’re talkin’ pure crazy. You think some Irishman gonna take care of a Colored man? Ain’t never gonna happen.”
“No, don’t worry, he’s different. He stood up for me and I can manage another two days. I’ll be better later.”
Vent walked out of his house and headed t
