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There were three of them: one as wide as a bull at the shoulders, with a head as big and round as a hubcap; a tall, skinny one, black as tar, with his shaved head drooping like the light at the top of a lamppost; and one no bigger than me but, from his eyes, older by quite a few years. The way they stood and stared, you’d have thought they never saw a girl before.
It was the big one whose voice had waked me up, and now he spoke again. “This is our place,” he said. “And you better blow back out unless you got something to trade.”
He was some character, as Daddy would’ve said. How anyone could be so big with as little as there was to eat down here, I couldn’t guess. From the looks of the other two, he was getting their portions. He was wearing a lady’s coat with a ratty fur collar. I c
