“Why, how could I? You know what I'm getting, Hunch.”
“What's the matter?”
“She says they're sticking her for the house rent. I don't know what to do. I wish she'd go back to her old man.”
“How much are you stuck for?”
“I don't know. You read it. Mebbe you can tell me what to do. Seems if she ought to help a little, somehow.” Hunch leaned against the wall, under the bracket lamp, and read the letter. Then he laid it on the bureau and stood stropping his razor on the palm of his hand. Finally he turned to the mirror and went on shaving.
“What do you think, Hunch?” asked Bruce, after a long silence.
“I dunno.”
“Tell me something, Hunch. I got to do something.”
“Shut up a while. Lemme think.”
When he had finished shaving, Hunch said: