“It takes all I kin earn to buy him his medicine, and a bit for the two of us to eat. I can’t save the rent. The landlord has pasted a notice on the door.”
“Where’s Lulu?” asked Joe.
“She left home when she was seventeen. I ain’t seen her since.”
“Well, you can’t blame her.”
“I ain’t blamin’ her.”
“Was she good-lookin’?”
“Yes. . . . God help her!” murmured the woman.
“Oh, fudge!” said Joe. “. . . Where’s the boys?”
“On the streets. They come home sometimes. I feeds them—if I has it.”
“What do you want of me?”