Dead Man's Tale
“Every few minutes Estelle Street would ask anxiously, “What time is it, Lou?” A match would be struck and in its puff of light Andy could see Steve’s face dimly and Lou Goody’s face clearly.
Goody looked worried. In the stifling heat of the van’s interior, his face glistened with sweat. As far as Andy could tell, Steve looked more angry than concerned.
Then suddenly Estelle Street said, “What are you so nervous about, Lou?”
“Who wouldn’t be nervous?” Goody said. “You realize where we’re headed for, Mrs. Street? That’s one bunch of tough babies over there.”
“You picked a fine time to think of that,” she snapped. “And here I was under the impression that you’re the tough baby.” Her voice sweetened. “It’s just another job, Lou. The kind of job you’ve done—how many times is it? Relax.”
“Yeah,” Goody muttered. “Relax.”
Andy wondered what the expression on Steve’s face was now. Steve was being awfully quiet.
They all sat in silence for a while.
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