“Lovey, when was the doctor last in here?”
He was in the “kitchingette” and came to the threshold slowly. When he did so there was that scared look on his face I had seen on the previous afternoon.
“I don’t rightly know, Slim.”
“Isn’t it more than a week ago?”
He considered. “It might be.”
“Do you know any reason why he doesn’t come?”
He seemed to be defending himself against an accusation.
“Why, Slim! ’Ow sh’d I know?”
“Well, you see him every day—in and out of his room with his boots and things.”