Abelardo, my manager, emerged from a stall. What do you think, Howie? he said; it was his standard greeting —one I was fond of.Abe, I don't know what to think, I said; my standard response.
Nicholson Baker
Abelardo, my manager, emerged from a stall. What do you think, Howie? he said; it was his standard greeting —one I was fond of.Abe, I don't know what to think, I said; my standard response.