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Show 36 was the one in trouble. He was trying to help. He wanted to help. Shefcould at least show a little appreciation. Instead she appeared absurdly innocent. "Yeah?" she said. "What could he do to us?" It occurred to Fogarty that she was too young to understand. This did not amuse or appease him; it angered him. He changed the subject. "Where are you going?" he asked. "You said I needed to get hold of some money." "Spark," he said, perhaps a little sternly, "that's not an answer." "To see what I can do." Now she seemed a little angry. "What business is it of yours, anyway?" "It's my business, for chrissake. It's my business. I'm supposed to give you an eviction notice. I'm supposed to nail it to your fucking door. Today. Tonight. You have until Friday." She looked at him blankly. "It'll be okay," she said. What did she mean by that? "Maybe you think you'll be okay," he said, "but what about me? This is my job we're talking about, and I^m not going to have it anymore when you don't pay." "Jeez, would he really do that?" "He really would," said Fogarty, sickened with the simple truth of it. Being Apartment Manager admittedly wasn't much, but it was something; and it was all he had. "I'm not just replaceable," he said, "I'm easily replaceable." Then, quite to Fogarty's amazement, she was suddenly down out |