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friends and be that quiet and off to himself all the time." |
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"Help is hard to come by," Polly said defensively, "and he is very dependable." I had a hunch there weren't too many people that Polly didn't like. |
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"He came draggin' in here one day, carryin' that damn back pack, sweat runnin' down his face, askin' us if there was anything he could do to earn a meal. Said he hadn't had anything to eat in days. I put him to paintin' gutters and the kinda stuff I never seem to get to. Now we can't get rid of him." |
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Polly shook her head at Bert's intolerance. "Just having him around has been a godsend," she said quietly. "It gives Bert and me a few hours to ourselves, and we haven't had many of those since we bought this old place." |
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"Have any idea where I could get in touch with him?" |
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"He stays in unit number ten," Bert groused. "It was Polly's idea, not mine. Hell, Polly feels sorry for everybody." |
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I had more questions about young Kelto, but it didn't seem to be the time or place to ask them. Where had he come from? What was his background? Had anybody checked his references or tried to learn anything about him? For that matter, was Kelto his first or last name? Maybe Polly had the right ideagive a guy a chance and let him |
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