The newcomer checked his back pocket and looked toward the screen door. I shook my head at him. Don't go back in there. He stared at me, still holding the handkerchief against his nose. I have to.
People lose their wallets all the time.
He removed the handkerchief. Under the circumstances. They aren't stupid enough to steal it. Check with the bartender tomorrow, when those jerks are sleeping it off. I slid into my car and started to close the door.