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Show H-S you watch at the nickelodeon. Glory be to God!" Her mouth dropped open in consternation. "I just thought of something! Who's going to walk you home tonight from the nickelodeon? Karl can't, and Pop can't." Because it was the night of the shift change, Hugo Kerner would work straight through, his night turn beginning as the day turn ended, so that when he got off at six the next morning, he would have worked twenty-four hours in the open hearth, without sleep. "For heaven's sake, Mom, I can walk home by myself," Kathleen said. "I'd better get used to it - from the looks of that foot, Karl won't be able to come after me for quite a while." "Absolutely not! No decent girl walks alone at night," Maggie Rose declared. At Kathleen's frown, she went on, "Ah, darlin', it's not that I worry over what people would say, it's only that I wouldn't draw an easy breath if you were outside by yourself in the dark." "What about Andy?" Karl suggested. Maggie Rose brightened. "Of course. We could ask Andy to go after Kathleen every night until your foot gets better, Karl. I'll give Andy a nickel every time. Do you think he'd do it?" "As soon as he gets home from work," Karl said, "I'll go over and ask him." "You'd better not," his mother fretted. "You foot's much too sore." "Mom, if I could make it all the way up Center Street right after I got burned, I think I can make it as far as next door, even if I have to hop on one foot." |
