On the way home, Leonard said, “Did Jimson seem a bit grumpy to you?”
“He did.”
“The guy with the big arms, he didn’t worry me none. Neither did Jimson, but the quiet one.”
“I call him the Grim Reaper,” I said.
“Yeah, him. He’s someone could be trouble.”
“We’ll file him away for any future associations.”
“That part of the file, people that don’t like us, might kill us, and just ought to be watched, is getting sizable.”
“It is,” I said.
“Hap?”
“Yeah.”
“You feelin’ better?”
“Sure.”
Actually, I had no idea how I felt.