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Show 83 school was out now. She could work daytimes if anyone needed her. Dyna stopped on the sidewalk, put her books between her knees, and fished a comb out of her back pocket. She wasn't dressed for this, she'd have to come on with the smiles and the personality. She pulled the comb through her long hair, then tucked the sides back over her ears. The last hundred yards Dyna psyched herself for an interview. Thinking back to her summer job at Der Ratskeller, she knew she'd been good help. They'd even promoted her from making pizzas on the dinner shift to making skins during the afternoon. "Learning the pizza trade's a respectable, steady job," her probation officer had told her. She'd agreed . . . until she got fired. Mouthing off to a customer-for any reason-was sure termination. Lately, however, things had been looking up for Gram and her. She'd stayed out of trouble now for four whole months. Oh, she'd been called in for questioning once after a neighborhood robbery, but she'd cleared herself easily on that one. Detective Fowler even sent her a nice note after seeing her on TV news with the old folks. She had friends and decent grades. Some days she knew positively that Dyna Suggs was going to make her way in the world. Smiling confidently, she opened the door at the Parkside Pizzeria and walked in. She had to stand around awhile, but finally the man in charge came out of the kitchen. "Hello," she smiled, "I was wondering if you could use any help." "You eighteen?" He wiped the flour off his hands. "No, but I will be, in six months." "I need someone older to serve beer." "I can make close to 200 skins an afternoon. I did last summer. I'm pretty fast." "You have your own transportation?" He turned to ring up a customer's bill. "I can walk. I don't live far." "How far?" "Half a mile." "Can't let my girls walk home at one in the morning." Dyna stalled. "Maybe someone drives right by my place . . ." |