Gigolo by Edna Ferber Chapter 2 Page 51

conversation. This was oral death, though he did not put it thus. He joined the other men. They were discussing Spiritualism. He listened, ventured an opinion, was heard respectfully and then combated mercilessly. He rose to the verbal fight, and won it.

“Let’s see,” said one of the old men. “You’re not living at the Grant Home, are you?”

“No,” old man Minick made reply, proudly. “I live with my son and his wife. They wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“Hm. Like to be independent myself.”

“Lonesome, ain’t it? Over there?”

“Lonesome! Say, Mr. — what’d you say your name was? Minick? Mine’s