"Oh!" said Jan. So that was her husband, the handsome proprietor with the evil eyes. "Poor woman!" muttered Jan, and absent-mindedly drank his ginger ale.
The boy was still there. "Where is Mrs. Goles now?" asked Jan.
The boy jerked his head. "Out there on the back stairs."
Jan stood up. "Here!" He handed the boy a quarter. "A wonder a boy like you hangs out round here!"
"I run Mrs. Goles's errands. I been runnin' 'em since I was a kid. My mother used to work for her mother. She was a lady."
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Jan was heading for the side door, the door which led into the alley.
"Will I tell her you're comin' back, mister?"
"Tell who?"