in the army before is what I heard.â
That would explain the way he walked, the way he held himselfâthe way he knocked that man down and wielded that iron bar.
âSo he was a sergeant?â
âMight have been,â Mac said with a shrug. âHe gets called Sarge the way somebody who used to drive a taxi might be called Cabby. Everybody here has a nickname and a story,â Mac said.
âAnd whatâs his story?â I asked.
âWhat I know Iâll tell you sometime.â Mac paused.
âThat is, if you tell me the rest of the story about you and him meeting. I get the feeling that thereâs more there.â
I nodded my head. âItâs a deal.â
Six
I REMOVED THE STOPPER from the sink and the water started to swirl away. I pulled off the bright yellow gloves that Mac had made me wear. Heâd said that if I was going to be here on a regular basis he didnât want me filing a workmanâs compensation complaint about having dishpan hands.
âYou all finished in here?â Mac yelled out.
âPretty well. You?â Heâd been working out front sweeping and wiping the tables and getting things ready for tomorrowâs meal.
âAll done. So you got a ride home?â he asked.
âIâll call to arrange it.â I paused. âYou were going to tell me about that man ⦠Sarge.â
âNot tonight.â
âWhy not?â I asked.
âNot enough time.â
âI could tell them to pick me up later.â
âNot your time, mine. Iâve got to get going.â
âYou got a big date?â I asked.
âI should be so lucky. Iâm heading out onto the streets to do my rounds.â
âWhat exactly do you do out there?â I asked.
âHard to explain, really.â He hesitated. âBut I could showyou some time ⦠if you were interested in coming along.â
âSure, that would be good,â I answered. I was interested, but also more than a little uneasy. Going out there would be a little like riding a roller coaster or watching a scary movieâneither of which I liked doing.
âYou know, it would give you hours on your community service.â
Mac knew which buttons to push.
âI could come tonight,â I said. The words had jumped out before Iâd thought them through.
âItâll be almost midnight before Iâm through,â he warned.
âItâs a Friday night. I donât have to be in until later than that.â
âWhat about your ride?â Mac asked.
âIâll tell them to come and get me later. Iâd like to come ⦠you know, it would be some more hours. Quicker I do them the sooner Iâm done.â
He didnât answer right away. I didnât know if I should be happy or disappointed no matter what answer he gave.
âYou make the call, just to make sure, and you can come with me. You know where the phone is.â
âYeah.â I wandered out of the main part of the kitchen and into the little alcove that Mac had made into his home. It held his bed and a small TV and a few personal items sitting on top of his dresser. Unbelievably, this was his house and it wasnât nearly as big as our pool cabana. What would my parents think if they saw this? There was no worry there. Theyâd never see it. Theyâd never know and wouldnât care to know.
I picked up the phoneâold, black, with a dialâlike anantique. I dialed the number. It rang and rang andâ
âGood evening, Blackburn residence.â
âHi, Berta, itâs me.â
âHello, Eon .â
Thatâs how she always said my nameâit wasnât Ian, it was Eon . I liked the way she said it.
âCan I speak to my mother or father?â I asked. âThey are both still out, Eon.â
âOut? My mother knew I was going to be calling about now to get a ride home.â
âShe asked me to come and get you
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