Chapter 12Before my dad was due home Saturday afternoon, I delivered the four pieces Mr. Gresham had ordered. As usual, he studied them a long time before reaching for his checkbook.
“You did a fine job, son. Better’n I expected. Here’s your check. William, unless I’m mistaken, we’re going to make some money together.”
I don’t have one of those stoic, unreadable Indian faces. He looked at me sharply. “What’s the matter?”
“We’re leaving, Mr. Gresham. I guess this will be the last stuff I bring you.”
“Leaving? You mean your family’s moving? Where are you going?”
I shrugged. “Probably Arizona, but I don’t know for sure. I just know my dad’s pulling up stakes.”
“And you intend to go with him?”
He probably figured I was old enough to have a mind of my own, so I told him a little about my
