The first thing, next morning, I went to Secondhand Stan”s to see what he had in a nervous duck down.
Just inside the door I ran into Pete Skates.
I asked him where he was going with an old suitcase.
“For Heaven’s sake,” he answered “I know I’ve got to get a grip.”
“You run off again,” I told him “and your name will be Flood with me and half the town.
The valise you can do is letter see your a man and not a postcard.”