Chapter 13
JACK HAD NEVER seen a kid put away as much food as little Look-Away had just done. He’d eaten more than Jack had, and he had a healthy appetite for a man. This boy had eaten his entire meal and then a second helping—courtesy of the barmaid who had been taken with the mite, and his enthusiasm for the stew they’d been served.
The boy sat back against his chair and popped the last piece of gravy-soaked bread into his mouth. One hand rested on his distended belly. “Now that was a meal,” he said with satisfaction.
Jack could only laugh. “No, I’m pretty sure that was at least two meals, knowing Greene.”
The boy’s eyes flew open. “Oh no, that would have been prolly four or five meals from ‘im.”
Jack gave a little laugh, although there was nothing funny in that tidbit of knowledge.
