“What happened, Sonny? Got a motor having trouble down there?”
Sonny lifted a shaking hand and rubbed at his forehead. Walt opened the warm, half-full bottle of Coca-Cola on the table beside a stack of books and held it so Sonny could take a few swallows. Even flat, that much sugar and caffeine might help clear his head a little.
“Probably turn out it was worse trouble than I realized,” Sonny said, shaking his head. “Had a pump act like it was taking a clog, so I went down to clear it out. Took me longer than I thought. Started to come over all dizzy and kinda puny, head aching like back in my bad drinking days. Made it to where you found me before I had to take a little rest.”
“Sounds to me like the ventilation is what took a clog.” Walt walked over and closed the door before he picked
