Satisfied that I had learned the business well, he would occasionally let me take the day’s collection to the junk yard for the weigh-up. I liked that job. There was one thing I could not figure out about Lorenzo. With all the money he made he never got his teeth fixed. Every other tooth was missing, and he looked just like he was laughing twice as hard as anyone else when something funny was said. But I did not dare put him wise to this because I did not want older folks to think me a sassy child. I thought a lot of Lorenzo, and I would gladly live over those days with him again. When I was with him I was in my element. The things he said about music held me spellbound, and he blew that old, beat-up tin horn with such warmth that I felt as though I was sitting with a good cornet player.
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