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Show 86 "There's room enough." "He'd have to quit work," Rod says, finding another objection. "He's not working anyway," says Evan, pressuring now, "He just goes over to his office to hang around. Besides, i t won't make nearly as much difference in your l i f e as i t would in mine, you'd hardly notice him." " I don't want to do i t , " says Rod. "You have t o , " says Evan. "Or I do. And I don't want to do i t either." Rod fingers a dime, which lies on the surface of the bar table as change from the previous set of drinks. Suddenly he picks i t up, f l i ps i t , catches i t with one hand closed over i t against the back of his other hand. Evan watches the f l i p ; the coin is s t i l l covered. "We'll take him two months each," he says, "until she gets out." "Who gets him f i r s t ? " says Rod, holding the coin s t i l l covered. "Tails," says Evan. Rod uncovers the coin. "Shit," he says. But i t is done, and at least an arrangement has been made. Rod signals to the bartender for the check, takes out a l i t t l e pad of paper and begins to make notes. "Let's see, today is Friday. They'll come to get her Monday; we can leave that night." . A dark-haired qirl who has been wai t in a spur adtcaTVv on tablesarrives with a l i t t l e pad, stands figuring the-total, but Rod does not look up, .He is hurrying now, eager to leave this place he so thoroughly dislikes. "We can |