“Kin you go?” one said.
“I cant git off,” the other said. “Whyn’t you drive him up dar? You aint got nothin to do.”
“Yes I is.”
“Whut you got to do?”
They murmured again, laughing.
“I’ll give you two dollars,” Jason said. “Either of you.”
“I cant git away neither,” the first said.
“All right,” Jason said. “Go on.”
He sat there for sometime. He heard a clock strike the half hour, then people began to pass, in Sunday and Easter clothes. Some looked at him as they passed, at the man sitting quietly behind the wheel of a small car, with his invisible life ravelled out about him like a wornout sock. After a while a negro in overalls came up.
“Is you de one wants to go to Jefferson?” he said.