“Good what?” I asked. “Good clients?”
“Yes, good clients,” he repeated simply.
“And who are these clients?”
“They are servants of the rich.”
“Servants?”
“Yes, some of them are very good. They give us old clothes; food and money when they can.”
“And the rich people themselves?”
“We do not see them often. This is the first time a client has ever invited us to lunch, and we have been going through this street for seven years. No one ever asked us to come in before.”
“What do you do when you are tired?”
“We sit down on a bench or on one of the steps, and we eat whatever we have in our pockets. Here we eat while they are at church.”