"Just let me use the phone? Will you do that?"
"They phoned in ahead, Crackpot. Said you might be a trouble-maker."
"I don't want to make any trouble. I just want to use the phone!"
"Why? Even if the Doc came over, you wouldn't be here. He can't get here inside an hour. And that's all the longer you can stay here. You got to move on."
"I'm coming in to use the phone," Stan heard himself saying. He fought to keep the breathiness out of his voice, the trembling out of his throat.
"I don't guess I'd want to have it said I was coddling a Crackpot."
"I never caused you any trouble."
"You helped build hellbombs," the man said. He took the toothpick out of his mouth. "You crazy bastards got to be kept moving along the road."
"How do you know what I did or didn't do?"
"You're a Crackpot."