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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 123 of 307 you know which direction she goes and then you're gonna have to find out how good you really are. Don't get spotted, Nephi." How much crud can a person endure? I did not like Steve. Was money really this important? I'd been counting up my day rate, if I was working on this thing for a week, I could own all manner of gadgets I'd been wanting and still be able to pay my rent and eat for months. On the plus side it was all easy and fun. On the downside I felt ashamed not to be able to tell this guy how I felt about him. I figured that at some point I would be hearing the N-word drop out of his mouth now. What was I going to say? The bigots in my own family had learned at least to take their bigotry underground, the way the church leaders had learned in the late Seventies. The race hate was still there but buried a bit so the stink was not so strong. Steve's was right out in the open. Maybe it was better that way. I walked outside and found the west side of the building. I paused. I realized that I needed a reason to be waiting there and suddenly wished I had a cigarette. Smokers can smoke anywhere. Hey, what's that guy doing over there? He's smoking. Anyone else just standing around is suspicious. Luckily there was a poster with some text on it. A magician playing Reno by the name of Rick Ahern who "mastered the dimensions of space." Wow. Are the space dimensions different than the ones on earth? Or does that mean the space around us that we are occupying all the time. I stood |
