The next morning Edward attacked the mailman. ‘We’re not solving the real problem,’ Macon told Edward. He tapped his foot twice. Edward did not lie down.
In the afternoon Macon called the Meow-Bow, ‘May I speak to Muriel, please?’ he asked. ‘She’s not working today,’ a girl said. ‘Her little boy is sick.’ He hadn’t known she had a little boy. It changed the way he thought of her; she was a different person from the one he’d imagined.