"He didn't say nothing," Train said. He decided not to ask Sweet about Florida's name, and turned to sit back down.
"What is it y'all wanted?" Sweet said behind him.
Train stopped, didn't look back there. "Nothing," he said.
"You just come over here to pass the time."
Train didn't answer. He felt the money in his pocket, and wished he'd put it in his sock, where it wouldn't show.
"Nigger, I ast you what it was."
Train turned back around. "It was did you had his address," he said.
Sweet studied him, putting it together. "What you want that for?"