“Didn’t you bring any with you?”
“Just what I carried away inside of me.”
“It smells as though that had been a lot.” She came closer and sniffed. “Garlic, too.”
“Bother you?”
“Lord, no. I’m sore that you didn’t take me with you. I could have had a lot of fun calling on bootleggers and eating garlic. What was the garlic in?”
“Beans.”
She sat down on one of the creaking auto camp chairs. “Got a cigarette, Donald? I got excited when I heard you drive up, and dashed off without my purse.”
“Where is it?”
“Over in the other cabin.”
I handed her a cigarette. “Got any money in it?”