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Show 39 him; he was not her father. "_ Still, like a father, he began to worry about her. Every girlish woman was, after all, some man's daughter; and she was all too probably out trying to trade on her we11-developed innocence. She was extremely agile outside her white high-heeled shoes, more than pretty as a girl, and knew how to make herself look available-and, as a woman, Fogarty knew exactly how pleasing she could be in bed. She was a devastatingly fine lover. And he knew there were plenty of men, his own age and younger, as well as older, who would pay well for such a thing. He thought of Jackson; but then it was true that Jackson would first try to get it on credit. Fogarty could not say with any conviction that Sparkle would not do such a thing, and this above everything else bothered him to distraction. She was certainly not innocent. And her brother, if you were trying to make a case out of genes, was, after all, a car thief. But where would she go? She surely didn't have either the sophistication or the connections necessary to work the lobbies of the downtown hotels, like the Marriott and the Regency; and he could not see her walking the streets and bars, she was too smart for that. What was left? It was not something he could establish a tentative answer to. At one thirty he began to write out the eviction notice. What choice did he have? He followed the form and wording on the state-provided model which he found in the folder left behind by the previous Apartment Manager, a man he had never known. What, |
