Hashknife laughed softly. ‘I know what yuh mean, kid.’
‘Well, when I threw it off, I believe it wrapped around a pole. At any rate, we stopped so suddenly that I entered a store on the back of my neck, and by the time I had recovered, I had lost my position.’
‘And that’s the only job yuh ever had?’
‘The only one.’
‘How old are yuh, Morgan?’
‘Twenty.’
‘Yore folks have plenty of money?’
‘I didn’t have folks—just a mother.’
‘Yea-a-ah?’ Hashknife leaned back, resting his shoulders against the wall, and began rolling a cigarette.
‘What became of yore father?’ asked Sleepy.