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Show Woodworth/86 Mike peers up the chimney. "Sure it does." He goes back down the hall. "Here's your kitchen." Marty looks in, follows him further. "Your bath." Marty, peers over his shoulder. The bathroom seems covered in yellow dust. "Nice. There's even a skylight in here," Mike says, pointing to a wire-covered pane, stuffed with newspaper, in the ceiling. "And this must be the bedroom." He opens a door to the right of the bathroom. The floor whines under them as they enter. "Look. This window looks right into that person's apartment, too," Marty says, and Mike responds, "Nice sized bedroom you got here. Lots of room for a double bed." Rachael comes and leans on the door jamb. "You going to take it?" "I don't think so," Marty tells her. "All the windows on this side look right into someone else's apartment." "So don't look. Keep your shades down," Rachael says. They go into the kitchen, and Rachael turns on faucets, sniffs inside the refrigerator, turns on fthe gas burners, puts the oven on high, and sticks her hand in. "Kitchen works," she informs Marty. "Which is more than I can say for my place. How much is it?" Mike looks at his index cards. $375- Plus utilities." Rachael leans against the refrigerator door. "I think you should take it." "Did you look in the bathroom? It looks like it's all made up on antiques. And there's a window in the roof that probably leaks c ontinually." "So fix it. Look, Marty, you aren't going to find anything better than this. I can promise you that. Everything works, and |
