NOVEMBER 27, 1934
I WAS ALREADY SITTING in his pit when he came home. He flipped the light switch, but I had disconnected it. I struck a match. Took it from his pot near the door. Took the smokes, too. Not Luckies, but then, beggars can’t be choosy.
I think the flame was probably not much more than enough to light up my face. He stared at me. I guess we were past all the playing around. Brass tacks and all that business.
“You don’t get ideas through your skull much, do you?” he said.
“You telling me all that was nothing but a warning?”
“Huh?” he said, like he didn’t know what I was talking about. “No, I really kicked you out of the community. That means you’re not supposed to come around.”
I was talking about the head. He was either pretending he didn’t know, or he genuinely didn’t k
