Or maybe even if I came back with it!
That suspicion made up my mind for me. Whatever happened to me now couldn't be worse than what she might do. At least I didn't have to starve.
I stopped a man in the street. I let several others go by before picking him deliberately because he was middle-aged, had a kindly face, and was smaller than me, so I could slug him and run if he raised a row.
"Look, friend," I told him, "I'm just passing through town—"
"Ah?" he said pleasantly.
"—And I seem to have mislaid—" No, that was dangerous. I'd been about to say I'd mislaid my wallet, but I still didn't know whether they used money in this era. He waited with a patient, friendly smile while I decided just how to put it. "The fact is that I haven't eaten all day and I wonder if you could help me get a meal."
He said in the most neighborly voice imaginable, "I'll be glad to do anything I can, Mr. Weldon."
y entire face seemed to drop open. "You—you called me—"