“Twenty-four.”
“Young fellow, hey? I could use young fellow right now. In my business.”
“Nice place you got here.”
“Air. Is a nice. No fog, like in a Los Angeles. No fog at all. Nice, a clear, all a time nice a clear.”
“Must be swell at night. I can smell it now.”
“Sleep fine. You understand automobile? Fix’m up?”
“Sure. I’m a born mechanic.”
He gave me some more about the air, and how healthy he’s been since he bought this place, and how he can’t figure it out, why his help won’t stay with him. I can figure it out, but I stay with the grub.
“Hey? You think you like it here?”
By that time I had put down the rest of the coffee, and lit the cigar he gave me. “I tell you how it is. I got a couple of other propositions, that’s my trouble. But I’ll think about it. I sure will do that all right.”