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Show Motherlunge a novel 111 At that moment, Cassandra and I were walking away from the apartment, and I turned around and gestured back toward it. "Behold!" I said, pointing to its blank front window. "Behold!" I said, pointing to Pavia's parked car. "Behold," Cassandra said significantly, reaching over to yank the lapel of my jacket. "Because seriously, there's no way you could afford that nice a place on your own." "I wouldn't even have a job without her." "Can she find me a job?" Cassandra worked part-time as a shift manager for a phone sex company. "Can she find me a better boyfriend?" "Maybe," I said. "She might be all done with hers, by the way." Cassandra sighed and buried her chin into the collar of her second-hand fur. "The thing is, I'm not done with mine." Also in these four months, I accepted a collect phone call from jail in Montana; r Joseph was being held for writing bad checks. "Yeah, prison. It's okay," he said. "Keeps me from drinking." He sighed, cleared his throat. He apologized for not having more news; the trouble was, he explained, nothing much ever happened in jail. "Nothing happens-if you're lucky!" He gave his high, light laugh. "And how are you folks? How's Pavia's papoose?" |
