“Sam Leach?” asked Brick.
“Yes. Sam’s my brother. He’s over here quite a lot.”
“Oh, yeah.” Brick crossed his knees and leaned back in his chair. “Your brother, eh? I didn’t know that.”
“Say, you go ahead and smoke, if you want to. Charley and Sam smoke all the time, and I don’t mind it. Keeps out moths.”
Brick nodded and began rolling a cigaret.
“You been livin’ here long?” he asked.
“About a year—in this house. We’ve been in Silverton for about two years.”
“Like it here?”
“Not so very. Still, it’s all right. Silverton folks are real sociable, what there is of them. Charley’s got a good job and I ain’t got no kick comin’.”
“You came here from the East, didn’t yuh, Mrs. Meecham?”