“Who the hell is Charlie?” he asked.
The old guy paused a beat. Lifted his broom and crabbed back out of sight. Quickly as he could. Shouting incredulously as he went.
“When did you leave the army?” he asked.
“Say hello to my sister,” he called after me.
“What can I tell you?” I said. “It was an arbitrary decision. I was restless. I have to be somewhere, right?”
I looked at him and made a face. Didn’t speak.