“You’ll sleep, Mike. Don’t worry, boy.”
“Brett’s got a bull-fighter,” Mike said. “But her Jew has gone away.”
He turned his head and looked at me.
“Damned good thing, what?”
“Yes. Now go to sleep, Mike. You ought to get some sleep.”
“I’m just start ing. I’m go ing to get a lit tle sleep.”
He shut his eyes. I went out of the room and turned the door to quietly. Bill was in my room reading the paper.
“See Mike?”
“Yes.”
“Let’s go and eat.”