“You still with Katz?”
“No, I left him. We had a little argument and I walked out.”
“What are you doing now?”
“Not a thing. Fact of the matter, that’s what I came out to see you about. I was out a couple of times before, but there was nobody home. This time, though, I heard you were back, so I stuck around.”
“Anything I can do, just say the word.”
“I was wondering if you could let me have a little money.”
“Anything you want. Of course, I don’t keep much around, but if fifty or sixty dollars will help, I’ll be glad to let you have it.”
“I was hoping you could make it more.”
He still had this grin on his face, and I figured it was time to quit the feinting and jabbing, and find out what he meant.
“Come on, Kennedy. What is it?”