Nobody said anything to me.
But nobody argued with me — either.
Hell, it was obvious. I got up and dropped off the stand, making for the phone booth. I didn’t feel so good. But it was obvious:
Nobody likes to hear the truth. Makes you realize how not-so-good you really are. The truth hurts.
That was when I recognized the look in the kid’s eyes.
I finally got my hornman, that night.
He sounded like hell.