I am Gideon: Chapter #9

I am Gideon: Chapter #9

“Gideon,” I said.  “Gideon…Ing.”

“What makes you think I’ve got work?” the man asked.  He was tall, slightly stooped and skinny as a wire.  He looked like his hide had been stripped off, nailed to a shed for a few years and then draped back over him in a casual sort of way. 

“A man at the soup kitchen said he’d just quit,” I said.  “So… I thought I’d ask.”