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Show Woodworth/87 you have a fireplace. If you can get that kind of money, then you should just do it. It just needs some cleaning, and some furniture and stuff. Things on the wall, and like that." "You'll have to make up your mind pretty soon," Mike says, looking at his watch. "I have to get back to the office. And, like I said, other people are interested in it. If you want it, you should put some money down. Come back with me now, and sign the contract. You don't have to put the whole deposit down now, if you don't want. But you should give me something." Marty says she doesn't know yet, but that she will go back to the agency with Mike and Rachael. When they get there, Marty writes a check for $70, and signs a receipt. "Isn't there a lease or something I have to sign for the landlord?" "Naw, this will hold it," he promises her. "See you all later," he tells them, looking at Rachael and reaching for the telephone. Back out on the street again, Marty realizes that she has only thg/aty minutes until she is supposed to meet Gary. "Well, congratualtions, you're a home-owner," Rachael says. "Yeah. Now all I have to do is tell my parents." "I'm sure they will behave with their usual decorum. Whatta you want to do now?" "Let's go over to the Common and sit down for a minute." They walk up Charles Street and into the Common in silence. The Common is littered with people lying down, sitting up, half-dressed and lathered in sun-tan oil, selling drugs, reading palms. Parents and children feed popcorn and peanuts to fat pigeons and squirrels. They collapse on a bench, Rachael swearing and rubbing her feet. A matted drunk, dressed entirely in brown and holding a brown bag sits down on the seat opposite them. He takes a drink from the bpttle-wnside LlWK-b,ag and scratches his crotch, watching Rachael |
