He went in, and I let everything come up. It was like hell the lunch, or the potatoes, or the wine. I wanted that woman so bad I couldn’t even keep anything on my stomach.
Next morning the sign was blown down. About the middle of the night it had started to blow, and by morning it was a windstorm that took the sign with it.
“It’s awful. Look at that.”
“Was a very big wind. I could no sleep. No sleep all night.”
“Big wind all right. But look at the sign.”
“Is busted.”
I kept tinkering with the sign, and he would come out and watch me. “How did you get this sign anyway?”
“Was here when I buy the place. Why?”
“It’s lousy all right. I wonder you do any business at all.”
I went to gas up a car, and left him to think that over. When I got back he was still blinking at it, where it was leaning against the front of the lunchroom. Three of the lights were busted. I plugged in the wire, and half of the others didn’t light.