Who knows Bob’s name in this outfit — let alone his lame child’s? (“The last place I worked for, I was let go,” recalls the bank teller. “One of my f… - Studs Terkel

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Who knows Bob’s name in this outfit — let alone his lame child’s? (“The last place I worked for, I was let go,” recalls the bank teller. “One of my friends stopped by and asked where I was at. They said, ‘She’s no longer with us.’ That’s all. I vanished.”) It’s nothing personal, really. Dickens’s people have been replaced by Beckett’s.