“Ain't mad, are you, Hunch?”
“No, I ain't mad. Better write that letter, I guess.”
“That's so. I was going to do that, wasn't I. I kind of forgot it.” He sat at the table and took up the pen clumsily. “I don't know just what to say, Hunch.”
“That's your business.”
“Don't be mean, Hunch.”
“You shut up and write that letter. I don't care what you say.”
When he had written it, and before sealing the envelope, Bruce hesitated and looked around at Hunch. But Hunch had turned his back and was honing without a word, so Bruce sealed it.
“It's wrote, Hunch. I told her——”
“Give it to me. I'll mail it in a minute. You be here now when I get back.”