“What was the talk with Fairchild, Joe?”
“Books. He isn’t satisfied.”
“We could do much better there.”
“I’ve been thinking about that.” Joe was eager. “I have an idea....”
“An idea?” The man was pleased and interested. “We’ll talk it out after we get home.” He swung to the left and passed a cruising taxi. “So you’re beginning to think about the business. Fine! I’ve been counting the days until you’ll come in with me. That name on the window will be changed some day. Thomas Carlin and Son.”
Joe swallowed. What a spot! He tried to talk.
“I—”
“Yes, Joe.”
The boy couldn’t swallow. He blurted: “I want to be an actor.”
Tom Carlin drove six blocks in silence and stopped at a red light. Then he drove a mile in silence.