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Show Woodworth/81 bed. Friday morning, Marty calls two real estate agents. Both have apartments to show her, and she stops at one on Marlborough Street on her way to work. On the form, under "maximum rent" she puts $200. The agent shows her two apartments; One in the basement, with rust-colored water dripping from over-head pipes. The other on the ground floor. One huge room with a stove and a refrigerator at one end, and a boarded-up fire-place at the other. The room smells of urine, and there are stains on the wall. She tells him she has to go to work now, and he tries to get her work phone number from her. She tells him no, and he says he has just one more apartment - a really great one, that he knows she will like. She panics. Trapped. Says, "No," one more time, and walks away, listening for footsteps. Will he follow her? That afternoon, after work, Marty calls Rachael and gets the number of a real estate agent who handles apartments on Beacon Hill. Rachae,l agrees to pick her up early the next morning, and to go with her to talk to the agent. The agent is a friend of Rachael's, a guy she met in a bar. "I went out with him sometimes in college. Free meal, here and there." When they get to his office, he motions them to sit in chairs against the wall while he finishes a phone call. The office could have been a nice apartment, Marty notices. The big windows in the front are decorated with hanging plants. A wide fireplace, filled with flawless birch logs, an ornate mantlepiece. Four desks of unfinished oak are lined, one behind the other, down the length of the room. Dark-haired men, carefully coiffed, |
