There was a note of insinuation in his voice, and I looked up from tying my shoe, breathing with conscious evenness. “What kind of racket?” I said. “Oh, you know. The wise guys firing the regular guys and putting on you colored college boys. Pretty smart,” he said. “That way they don’t have to pay union wages.” “How did you know I went to college?” I said. “Oh, there’re about six of you guys out here already. Some up in the testing lab. Everybody knows about that.” “But I had no idea that was why I was hired,” I said.
