It was exciting, even if I didn't quite get
it. Everyone else seemed to get it, sort of, and it was fun to work
alongside of them, and sometimes the money was okay."
Which is why she decided to --
Damn, what did she decide to do? That was shaping up to be a really good
opener.
Which is why she wasn't surprised when he didn't come home for
three nights in a row.
Aha.
"No hard feelings, Link," Adam said. "I'm really grateful for the help
you gave us and I hope you'll think about helping again in the fall..."
But on the fourth night, she got worried, and she started
calling his friends. They were all poor students, so none of
them had land-line numbers you could look up in the phone book,
but that was okay, since they all had accounts with the video
store where she worked, with their deadbeat pre-paid mobile
numbers listed.
"Yeah, that sounds great, you know, September, it gets dark early. Just
got word that I got into Ryerson for the fall, so I'll be taking
engineering classes. Maybe I can help out that way?"
"Perfect," Alan said. Link took a step backward, drained his beer, held
out the glass.
"Well, thanks," Link said, and turned. Alan reached past him and opened
the door. There were a couple of girls there, little suburban girls of
the type that you could find by the hatful in the Market on Saturday
mornings, shopping for crazy clothes at the vintage shops.
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