HardtimesChapter 8
“Hey, Burl!” “Hey, Carl,” Burl replied to the bank guard. Carl was in his late fifties trying to hang on until he could retire. He was a fill-in while the regular guard took his lunch hour. Since Burl always stopped by the bank during the lunch hour, he knew Carl better than the regular guard. “I see that it is payday again,” Carl said. The pay envelope was sticking out of Burl’s top pocket. It wasn’t the first he’d seen that day and it wouldn’t be the last. The bank would have a line for...