Chapter 8Mumbles was reading the paper when I returned to the apartment.
I asked him what was new in the world, and he said something from behind the open paper that sounded like something. I grunted. Then he said something else that wasn't any clearer, and I grunted again. Then I said something about making some long-distance calls, and that got his attention. “Don't worry,” I assured him, “I'll pay for them,” although I was hoping that he would forget to ask for the money when the bill arrived, or that the telephone company would forget to send the bill.
Mumbles mumbled something or other about having to go out and left ten minutes later. By this time it was early evening back in New York, and I figured that the people I wanted to call, catch up on the news with, and give my phone numb
