I looked him up. He likes to think I'm crazy and I don't mind. I like to be with him and I like seeing the country and I don't have to commit no larceny to do it. I like living like a gentleman."
"What do you all do?" Nick asked.
"Oh, nothing. Just move around. He's got money."
"He must have made a lot of money."
"Sure. He spent all his money, though. Or they took it away from him. She sends him money."
He poked up the fire.
"She's a mighty fine woman," he said. "She looks enough like him to be his own twin."
The negro looked over at the little man, lying breathing heavily. His blond hair was down over his forehead. His mutilated face looked childish in repose.
"I can wake him up any time now, Mister Adams. If you don't mind I wish you'd sort of pull out. I don't like to not be hospitable, but it might disturb him back again to see you. I hate to have to thump him and it's the only thing to do when he gets started. I have to sort of keep him away from people. You don't mind, do you, Mister Adams? No, don't thank me, Mister Adams. I'd have warned you about him but he seemed to have taken such a liking
