“Don’t mention it,” I told her. “I shouldn’t have startled you. It’ll be okay in a couple of months.” I turned. “You don’t want that gun, do you, Saul?”
Saul took it from his pocket, shook the cartridges into his palm, and went to Jimmy and returned his property.
“I don’t see,” Mom said, “why we can’t stay and look around some more, just to make sure about those letters.”
“Oh, come on,” Jimmy said rudely.
They went.
Saul and I followed soon after. On our way down in the elevator he asked, “Did any of that stick at all?”
“Not on me. You?”
“Nope. It was hard to keep my face straight.”
“Do you think I should have kept on trying?”
He shook his head. “There was nothing to pry him loose with. You saw his eyes and his jaw.”