The Conversation With Wolfshine

'There's another little thing,' he said uncertainly, and hesitated. 'Would you rather put it off for a few days?' I asked. We both looked at the grass. There was a sharp line where my ragged lawn ended, and the darker, well-capped expanse of his began. "'Well, I thought, well, look here, old sport. You don't make much money, do you? Not very much.' Under different circumstances, that conversation might have been one of the crises of my life. But because the offer was obviously and tactlessly, for a service to be rendered, I had no choice except to cut him off there. "I've