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The phone rang at 8:30 p.m.
"OK," I said. "Next Saturday." And put the phone down. Mike's dad had agreed to meet with Mike and me.
At 7:30 Saturday morning, I caught the bus to the poor side of town.
The Lessons Begin:
"I'll pay you 10 cents an hour. "
Even by 1956 pay standards,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], 10 cents an hour was low.
Michael and I met with his dad that morning at 8 o'clock. He was already busy and had been at work for more than an hour. His construction supervisor was just leaving in his pickup truck as I walked up to his simple,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], small and tidy home. Mike met me at the door.
"Dad's on the phone,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], and he said to wait on the back porch," Mike said as he opened the door.
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