"Stores and offices are open all day. Families have two ups: a day and a night up, depends on their jobs and such whether it's morning and first night or afternoon and second half night."
"What do they do in their night ups?"
"Kids go to school same as day. Rest of us have night jobs ... mostly mining and factory work. My sister and I work in a viscose mill nights."
The cabter had arrived at a broad hardtop landing area. The driver turned in, raised the copter vanes and took off. Herl watched the bleak countryside drop away below. The air had the piercing dampness of coming snow.
It occurred to Herl suddenly that the driver had volunteered some personal information ... maybe he could get more.
"What's your name," he asked interestedly, turning to face the driver.
"Bill Haulwell."
"Oh, any relation to Agnes Haulwell?" Herl felt a little apprehensive.
"Brother."
Herl let the conversation drop right there. He'd have to fish for information round-about. He watched miles of fields and pasture roll behind, noticed an isolated house, used that.