“He’s buggy,” McVries said. “Everybody’s buggy this morning. Even me. And it’s a beautiful day. Don’t you agree, Olson?” Olson said nothing. “Olson’s got bugs, too,” McVries confided to Garraty. “Olson! Hey, Hank!” “Why don’t you leave him alone?” Baker asked. “Hey Hank!” McVries shouted, ignoring Baker. “Wanna go for a walk?” “Go to hell,” Olson muttered. “What?” McVries cried merrily, cupping a hand to his ear. “Wha choo say, bo?” “Hell! Hell!” Olson screamed. “Go to hell!” “Is that what you said.” McVries nodded wisely.
