"'Way out near Tremont Avenue."
"And you, Harry, what do you do?"
"I was window dresser for a gents' furnishing store up to a few weeks ago, but it—it changed hands. I'm out of a job right now."
"Harry, do you ever hear from—home?"
"No, Miss Lilly, we never see anyone from there. You're the first."
"I'll tell you what. I'm going home with you. Take me out with you to visit your grandma. I haven't seen her in years—it's been so long ago—everything."
He was wringing his hat now and shifting.
"It's a long way out, Lilly. It's hardly built up out there at all."
"I don't care. I'll buy some pastries on the way and we will make a party of it. Does she still keep boarders?"
"Roomers."