"Oh, it's nice to have a young lady for a change, don't you think, Bill?" "Have you had many?" "I think truck drivers are very popular," Erica asked. Before the tongue-tied man could decide whether the skinny little girl was insulting him, provoking him, or just telling the truth, she went on: "By the way,collapsible bulk container, have you ever given a homeless man a ride?" "Never!" The driver answered quickly, glad that his feet were still firmly on the ground. It is a pity. I'm very interested in homeless people. "A humane interest?" Bill asked, turning over the bacon that was sizzling on the frying pan. Nope. Academically. "Darling.". Are you writing a book? "Not really.". I'm collecting information for others. You must see a lot of homeless people, even if you don't give them a ride. She won't let go of the driver. I don't have time to look out for hobos when I'm driving. "Tell her Harrogate.". About Harry. Bill rejoined,mobile garbage bin, cracking the eggshell open. I saw him in your car sometime last week. "You can't see who's in my car. No way." "Oh, don't be stubborn.". This little girl will be fine. She's not going to go around talking about it, even if you did pick up some weird homeless guy. "Harrogate is not a tramp." "Then who is he?" Asked Erica. He is a porcelain peddler. Doing business everywhere. "Oh, I see.". A blue and white bowl for a rabbit skin. No. Not that kind. He fixes teapot handles and things like that. "Oh.". Do you make a lot of money? The purpose of this question is to let the driver continue the topic. Just enough to live on. Every once in a while he would get some old overcoats or boots to sell. Erica did not speak for a while, wondering if her heartbeat would be as clear to the two men as she heard it. Every once in a while, an old coat. What should she say now? She couldn't say, plastic pallet manufacturer ,stackable plastic pallets, "Did he bring his coat the day you saw him?"? That would be a complete leak. It seems quite interesting. At last she spoke. Mustard, please. This is for Bill. I'd love to meet this guy-but I guess he's on the other side of the country by now. What day did you see him? Let me see. I picked him up outside Dimjo and dropped him off near Donbridge. It was last Monday. So it won't be Harrogate. What a pity! What a prospect! He likes coats and boots, is erratic, and is friendly with truck drivers who can quickly get him out of potentially threatening areas. Alas, it is useless to imagine that this matter is as simple as it was thought at the beginning. Bill put the mustard next to her plate. "It's not Monday," he said, "but it doesn't make any difference. Jimmy came here to deliver the goods the day you passed by. So it should be Tuesday. It doesn't make any difference! Erica took a gulp of bacon and egg to soothe her pounding heart. There was a moment of silence, partly because Erica was in the habit of eating quietly like a man, and partly because she couldn't decide how to say her next sentence with both effect and skill. When the truck driver suddenly pushed the mug away and got up to go, she began to worry. You haven't told me about this Harrogate! "What else is there to say?" A traveling porcelain repairer must have many interesting stories. I really want to talk to him face to face. "He doesn't like to talk." "I must make him feel worthwhile." Bill smiled. All you have to do is give Harrogate twenty-five pence and he'll talk his head off. For fifty pence, he will tell you how he discovered the South Pole. Erica turned to the man who resonated with her. You know him? Do you know if he has a home? "He doesn't run around most of the winter, I think.". But he lives in a tent in the summer. "And Queenie.". Webster lives somewhere near Pemberley. The driver chimed in that he didn't like being upstaged by Bill. He dropped a few coppers on the white table and went to the door. If I were you, I'd say hello to Queenie first if I wanted anyone to think it was worth it. "Thank you," Erica said. "I'll remember that. Thank you for your help. Hearing her voice with real heartfelt gratitude, the driver could not help but stop. He stood at the door and looked at her. Tramps are a strange choice for a girl with a normal appetite. He said, and went out to his van. www.xiaＯＳhuＯtxＴ.Ｃom Chapter 13 Little xiaoshuo said txt heaven Erica's appetite sweeps bread, orange marmalade and cups of tea, but not much news is absorbed along with these nutrients. Although Bill was willing to say everything he knew, it was a pity that he told Harrogate. Harry knows next to nothing. Now she must decide whether to leave the "warm" Dimjo and follow the unknown and mysterious Harry to the "cold" countryside of Tunbridge. Most homeless people are honest, don't you think? She asked in passing as she paid the bill. 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