SIX
“Is there anything else I can help you with Uncle?”
“Take that broom, John, and sweep the deck outside.”
Charles Merton sat in the chair behind his shop counter, his wooden crutches on the floor beside him and a hastily rolled cigarette dangling from his mouth as he spoke. To his nephew it was miraculous that the old man could talk so often – and with such volume – without the cigarette falling to the floor.
“Okay Uncle.”
“Say John, how comes I haven’t seen that friend of yours around here lately? You’d get done a lot quicker if he helped out and I already told you that I’d let you split your earnings wit’ him?”