Duson, with a murmur of apology, broke in upon his meditations.
Duson placed before him silently a box of cigarettes and matches.
"You will reserve our rooms, Duson, for one month," he said on the way to the hotel.
"You may have surmised, Duson, that she has left me.
He claimed his rooms at the office, and handed the keys to Duson, who by this time had rejoined him.
He did not speak again until Duson and he were alone in the sitting-room.
"Duson," he said, "take this to the head luggage porter.
It's dark when he wakes in the morning, piling into his white Ford F-350, driving 15 minutes to the farm from his home in nearby
Duson. When the sun goes down, the work keeps going. It's in his blood 6 his family ended up in southwestern Louisiana after his great-great grandfather, a Catholic, fled religious persecution in Germany in the 1880s.