Who Has Wilma Lathrop? (1955)
“Chapter Seven THE HALL smelled of coal gas and steamed cabbage. The plaster was chipped in a dozen places. The paint, originally a bilious blue, was peeling from the walls.
Lathrop brushed the youth’s hand from his coat lapel. “Take your hand off me.”
“Who says so?”
“I do.”
The youth chose the best part of discretion. He flexed his fists but made no further attempt to manhandle Lathrop. “A tough guy, huh?”
“When I have to be. What’s your name?”
“Vladimir.” The youth grinned crookedly. “But seei...ng as we’re related, you can call me Val.”
“You’re Wilma’s brother?”
“That’s right.”
“Did she come here?’ “Why should she come here? She walked out on us years ago.
The old man said something in Polish. Vladimir answered him in kind and, beaming, the old man laid his sandwich on a dusty table, wiped his hand on his dirty undershirt, then offered it to Lathrop.
Vladimir translated. “He says he’s glad to meet you. But I ain’t so sure I am.”MoreLess
Lathrop brushed the youth’s hand from his coat lapel. “Take your hand off me.”
“Who says so?”
“I do.”
The youth chose the best part of discretion. He flexed his fists but made no further attempt to manhandle Lathrop. “A tough guy, huh?”
“When I have to be. What’s your name?”
“Vladimir.” The youth grinned crookedly. “But seei...ng as we’re related, you can call me Val.”
“You’re Wilma’s brother?”
“That’s right.”
“Did she come here?’ “Why should she come here? She walked out on us years ago.
The old man said something in Polish. Vladimir answered him in kind and, beaming, the old man laid his sandwich on a dusty table, wiped his hand on his dirty undershirt, then offered it to Lathrop.
Vladimir translated. “He says he’s glad to meet you. But I ain’t so sure I am.”MoreLess
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