“Say! You'd have been afraid? No! Why, you ain't afraid of anything, Al!”
“I was always afraid of you.”
“What for? You're coming again, Al!”
“You don't think I'm going to let you alone now!”
“I ain't going to mess you over again! No!” he whispered, twisting his fingers.
Alcott knitted his black brows and held his hand over the nervous fingers.
“Drop it, Lolly!”
“What you going to do? You're coming again?” His voice was thin and plaintive.
“Yes.”
“How soon?”