“You wantta come?” he asked over his shoulder.
I said, “Sure… I ain’t got any reason to walk.”
Kennedy appeared at the doorway. “No,” he said, “You stay. I want to talk to you.”
I was glad. I liked this guy, and I was getting mighty hungry.
As soon as the last car had driven off, Kennedy came back from the porch and shut the front door. He grinned at me. “Well, that was a nice bit of work,” he said approvingly. “You sure pulled me out of a jam. It seems that I’m continually getting into your debt.”
I said hastily, “Forget it, will you? That sort of talk gives me the itch.”
He laughed. “I haven’t seen you for so long, I guess we got plenty to catch up on. You’re going to stay with me for a few days. What do you say?”
I hesitated, but he shook his head. “You’re staying, Mason, so make up your mind.”
I grinned. “It’s okay with me,” I said.
He glanced at the clock. “Suppose we have some lunch and then I can telephone for my man to pick up some of your things and bring them out here. He’s got to bring some of mine, so he may as well make himself useful.”