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Show 185 to imply that neither the place nor the people in it measured up to my expectations: they weren't good enough for me. "You can't miss with any room here, Brocken. What the hell's the problem?" "I've gotta see it before I rent it." "Oh for Christ's sake. All right, come on then, maybe he won't care if you just glance in." A hallway went back from Gordon's room and all the rooms opened off it on the left, the street side, except for two, the John and this one. The other half of the main floor was still an apartment with a family living in it, Gordon said, knocking on the door. He knocked harder, he hammered, he yelled, and finally someone inside said to come in. Gordon opened the door. It was dark, I could see only in the light from the hall, a guy sitting up in bed and beyond him a girl, also sitting up, half-heartedly holding up a sheet, my first glimpse of the white shoulders of Frances Hicks. She was smiling: "This is some time to interrupt!" "What the hell do you want?" said the guy, not smiling. Gordon closed the door. "Seen enough?" "I guess so." I .tyftwk I saw a bureau and a chair but I couldn t tell A much about size. It was certainly bigger than the one I had, but then any room would have been. Still, I paid the money. Maybe I thought the girl came with the room,aodt^*M^we could be friends. I moved in the next week, understanding then why the room was on the right side of the hall: it was in tie middle of the building and the only window opened onto an airshaft, down ,,-hich came no light (the building was three tall stories high) and up whicn came all the smells of an ancient basement, rank, powerful odors. I'd been conned. Ben Gordon felt enough |
