Soul Music - Contract

The musicians hurried through the night, the din of the Mended Drum behind them.

'Wasn't he nice,' said Glod. 'I mean, we haven't just got our pay, but he was so interested he gave us twenty dollars of his own money!'

'I tink what he said,' said Cliff, 'was dat he'd give us twenty dollars with interest.'

'Same thing, isn't it? And he said he could get us more jobs. Did you read the contract?'

'Did you?'

'It was very small writing,' said Glod. He brightened up. 'But there was a lot of it,' he added. 'Bound to be a good contract, with that much writing on it.'

'The Librarian ran away,' said Buddy. 'Oooked a lot, and ran away.'

'Hah! Well, he'll be sorry later on,' said Glod. 'Later on, people'll talk to him and he'll say: I left, you know, before they became famous.'

'He'll say ook.'

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Soul Music - p119