He was done for the day now, and he’d have to hustle if he didn’t want to be late. He was about to enter the work shanty to store his tools and hardhat in the gang box when Bill Cavey came up to him. “Hold on a minute, Parkinson.”
“Boss?” Oh, geez. What was he going to yell at Laurie about this time?
He handed Laurie an envelope. “Here’s your paycheck.”
“Uh…this isn’t payday.”
“No, this is your last day. I’m sorry, but times are slow, and I’ve got orders to cut back.”
“But a lot of the guys are out sick.” Everyone seemed to be coming down with this spring cold or whatever it was. If Laurie could just hold onto his job for a few more days, just until he could get another job—
“Like I said, we just don’t have the work.”