Actually, that was part of the problem- she just seemed...indifferent.Like she didn't care at all, which was starting to weigh on Evan's mind,as he qu...estioned whether he was really happy with the way things weregoing. As it was, he still hadn't told her about his job, but that hadmore to do with the fact that he knew he'd catch hell about working atjob that mainly had female employees."Hey Evan," said Katy, one of his coworkers, who less than subtlymanaged to bump her hip against him as she. Cash okay?”Small joke, cash is all Harold deals with.Four tiny butts wriggling back and forth as the kids squinted up at the windows, careful not to miss a smudge.As I drove away from Harold’s, Gertie said, “Winter, do you think I’m rationalizing? I believe those kids will be better off whoring for Harold. Better than being on the street.”I didn’t know the answer to that one and I said so. Maybe nobody knows. A home environment so intolerable that they come knocking at Harold’s door. Fully. Well, to paraphrase an ancient saying, "careful is as careful does."We hurried through the living quarters and came to the dimly lit section of the mine tunnel. I always hated this part because of the way we were silhouetted against the brighter light. To hell with it! I sprayed another string of five shots into the gloom, and this time I heard some cursing at the other end, so I guessed I must have accomplished something, though I didn't know what.I was sure that there must be a booby trap. Thechild could not be more than ten years old.It was getting quieter now and the child painfully and stiffly got upand shuffled home.Any stranger passing would see a pale thin girl, malnourished andunkempt, but pretty under the grime of accumulated dirt. In fact, thechild was not a girl, but a boy named Jack after his departed father.His family used to live with his grandmother until she passed away. Jackremembered.His grandmother as a kind, gentle soul, always smiling and laughing.Although not.