Eli Saslow (thanks, Mark): German Morales dressed for work in tattered painter's jeans and a stained white T-shirt, even though he didn't know when or whether he would paint again.
He tucked a brush into his back left pocket and a rag into his right. He walked outside to the utility truck he had bought with the last money in his family's emergency fund and called the only employee he had left.
"I'll let you know if I hear anything," he said.
He turned the truck radio to a Spanish pop station and checked his cellphone for messages. No new e-mails. No missed calls. "Half of my life is waiting," he said. He decided to kill time the way he often did, by opening the camera on his phone and looking…
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