Sandy paused and looked around the room. That did not take long because the room is small so she
looked around for a second time. Nick looked at her looking around the room both times. He stayed
silent and prepared to follow her looking around the room a third time, if that is what she
decided. Sandy stopped looking around the room after looking around the room a second time, put her
head down and cleared her throat.
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"Nick," she said, "I've been walking around for hours. Well, actually, days. And nights. I've
nowhere to go. I lost my apartment. My roommate threw me out with no reason. I mean other than I
haven't paid my share of the rent for three months. I thought about coming here sooner but I
walked around instead, because I am ashamed to ask you."
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"Ask me what?"
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"If you would let me live here with you."
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Nick sat back in his chair. Sandy kept her head hanging down. Nick thought he saw a tear fall from
her left eye and roll down her cheek. He was wrong; the bad lighting in the room was bad. He
dragged his chair closer to Sandy’s chair and rested his elbows on the table top.
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"Sandy, are you in trouble?"
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"Well, yeah, I would call not having a place to live trouble."
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"Were you followed here?"
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"I don't think so. Why would anyone follow me around for days?"
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"It's a sign of danger and danger is real trouble."
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"I shouldn't have come here."
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Nick leaned in closer to her. The fragrance from her walking-around-for-days body made him sit back
again, to where he was sitting when she looked around the room twice. She stood up and took the
two steps that would place her at the front door.
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"Wait," Nick said, and then took a long pause.
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"What?" Sandy said.
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After a few beats, Nick said, "All right, you win. Go."
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Sandy slithered out of the small room and closed the door. Nick could hear her sobbing as she
walked to the stairs. He thought to himself odd things and supposed weird things, and after a few
minutes of thinking odd and weird things, he went out of the room to visit the community bathroom
three doors down.
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Frank Cotolo can be found hosting the talk and interview programme Cotolo Chronicles. You
can send him an e-mail at this address: frank@148.ca.
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