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Show 193 all your fucking rules, God?" He waved a fist in the air but it didn't look dangerous. Those on the cots in back watched from prone positions. The girl in the cubicle dialed a telephone number. "That's it," he said loudly, "you people think you're God, you really fucking do." But as he spoke he was watching the girl at the phone, and when she began to talk into it his arm suddenly fell back to his side. "All right," he said, "screw it then. Screw you all. No cops, I'll leave." "Go quickly," said the girl with the folders. He backed away from the counter. "I just wanted to give for chrissake. I need the money. You know I need the money." He stumbled against a chair but did not fall. At the door he turned to survey the room. "It ain't right," he said, "how some people treat other people. Just because of their looks." Then he was gone. "I didn't really call the cops," said the girl from the cubicle. "I wonder how he broke his nose," said the girl with the folders. Now that the disturbance was over, the man led the woman back to the television where the two-thirty soap opera was being replaced by the three o'clock quiz show. "Look," he said, "you don't have to do it. If you want to leave, we can leave, I'll understand." A little later- when the woman had not responded, he began to |
