‘Listen’—he rubbed his glasses on his lumberjack in a nervous way—‘You needn’t mention to him what I said. I mean I doubt if he would remember me. He don’t talk to me. He just talks to Mr. Singer. He might think it was funny if you—you know what I mean.’ ‘O.K.’ She read between the words that he had a crush on Mister Blount and she knew how he felt. ‘I wouldn’t mention it.’
