Stu looked at the picture and gave a crooked grin. "Yeah, I know him. He owes me $4."
"So he's not from West Virginia?"
Stu's look suggested that maybe I wasn't the smarted person he'd talked to today.
"He lives in the Embassy [hotel]. He used to work with me at Damon's."
"So his name's not Willie Higgins?"
Stu shook his head.
"And he didn't need gas for his car to get to a funeral?"
Stu gave me another look.
"His 'car' is public transportation."
Stu was laughing at me now. I started to laugh, too.