Jerry fell into step with him. “No luck, I’ll bet.”
“It’s the same old story. There’s no place for a beginner.”
“Why don’t you quit playing around with that camera of yours and start looking for other kind of work?”
“Well, I don’t know,” Jimmy returned. “I’ve spent a lot of time learning how to take pictures. My father was city editor on the Brandale Post—that was years ago before the paper folded. I sort of figured I would follow a newspaper career, too.”
“You’ve had a tough time of it since your father died, Jimmy.”
“It’s been worse for Mother than it has for me. What I need is a job.”
“The Red Ball Chain Store is looking for a delivery boy. Why don’t you apply there?”
“Maybe I will. Thanks for the tip.”
They had reached the next corner where the Green Hut Hamburger Diner stood. Jerry paused.
“Let’s have one, Jimmy,” he proposed. “I’ll treat.”