Chapter 4“I feel strange,” Mick commented as he dressed Saturday morning.
“Why?” Richard asked.
“Clean clothes with no holes or stains?” Mick smiled wryly. “Up here—” he tapped his forehead, “—I know this must be how I always dressed, because when Shorty found me I had on decent clothes, but what I’ve worn for the last few days…I guess I sort of got used to it.” He looked in the mirror. The man he saw was a stranger, not the homeless person he’d looked like since soon after he and Shorty had met.
“You’ll get used to it, again,” Richard replied. “Be glad you weren’t…aren’t the kind of man who wore a suit and tie to work every day. Then you’d really feel weird.”
Mick agreed. He was comfortable in the slacks and shirt he had on. He wouldn’t have been in anything more.
They ran into Short
