Well, I just stood there in the middle of the block and watched him get smaller and smaller in the distance. I couldn't think of anything more to say and he wouldn't have listened to me anyways.
I packed and left town that same night. The strawberry season was just coming on and I ain't never missed a harvest yet.
bout two weeks passed and I couldn't stay away any longer. I got back to town, took a look around, and then went down to the station to wait for Joe to come in on the flyer. I figured somebody ought to be there to break it to him gently.
He gets off the train looking happy and successful and I figure he's made arrangements to put a Paradise booth in every city, town, and crossroads in the nation.
"Why, hello, Harry," he says when he sees me, and gives me the old professional smile and handshake that really ain't the old Joe at all. "Any cabs around?"
"No, there ain't no cabs around."
Something in the way I says it makes him give me a sharp look. "How come? There's always a couple to meet the flyer."
"There ain't none this time," I says. "No cab drivers."