"Perhaps I can keep an eye on your little boy for you?" The woman turned and glared at him distrustfully, and Mr. Johnson added hastily, "We'll sit right here on the steps."
"Now, Miss Kent, I would like you to meet Mr. Adams. Mr. Adams, Miss Kent." Miss Kent stared, wet her lips nervously, made a gesture as though she might run, and said, "How do you do?" Mr. Adams straightened his shoulders, scowled at Mr. Johnson, made a gesture as though he might run, and said, "How do you do?" "Now, this," said Mr. Johnson, taking several bills from his wallet, "should be enough for the day for both of you.
"I figured you was an omen, like. I wasn't going to pick you up at all."