very expensive, but he wanted to apologize for not waking her to
tell her about the Lasky fight. He hadn't wanted to celebrate until
he had paid back the money to the relief office.
But when he got home, it wasn't the time for celebrating. Mike
Wilson's wife, Sara, was sitting on the sofa with her baby girl in
her arms. Her eyes were red from crying.
"Mike's gone," said Mae seriously. "It's been three days now."
"About a week after you left the docks, Jim, the foreman
stopped picking him for work," cried Sara. "I went to stay with my
brother. There wasn't room for Mike, so he's been sleeping in
Central Park." Sara looked straight at Jim. "He said he was going
to do some work for you. We were going to meet last night, but
Mike never came."
Silently, Mae pointed at the jar that contained their money. Jim
nodded. "Listen, Sara, you and Mae go and get something for the
baby's cough.