But on the fourth night, she got worried, and she started calling his friends. They were all poor students, so none of them had land-line numbers you could look up in the phone book, but that was okay, since they all had accounts with the video store where she worked, with their deadbeat pre-paid mobile numbers listed.
“Yeah, that sounds great, you know, September, it gets dark early. Just got word that I got into Ryerson for the fall, so I’ll be taking engineering classes. Maybe I can help out that way?”
“Perfect,” Alan said. Link took a step backward, drained his beer, held out the glass.
“Well, thanks,” Link said, and turned. Alan reached past him and opened the door. There were a couple of girls there, little suburban girls of the type that you could find by the hatful in the Market on Saturday mornings, shopping for crazy clothes at the vintage shops. They looked 14, but might have been as old as 16 or 17 and just heartbreakingly naive. Link looked over his shoulder and had the decency to look slightly embarrassed as they smiled at him.
“Okay, thanks, then,” he said, and one of the girls looked past him to get a glimpse inside the house. Andy instinctively stepped aside to give her a better view of his showroom and he was about to offer her a soda before he caught himself.
“You’ve got a nice place,” she said. “Look at all those books!”
Her friend said, “Have you read all those books?” She was wearing thick concealer over her acne, but she had a round face and heart-shaped lips that he wouldn’t have been surprised to see on the cover of a magazine. She said it with a kind of sneer.
Link said, “Are you kidding? What’s the point of a houseful of books you’ve already read?”
They both laughed adoringly—if Adam was feeling uncharitable, he’d say it was simpering, not laughing, and took off for the exciting throngs in the Market.
Alan watched them go, with Link’s empty glass in one hand and his full glass in the other. It was hot out in the Market, sunny, and it felt like the spring had rushed up on him and taken him by surprise when he wasn’t looking. He had owned the house for more than a year now, and the story only had three or four paragraphs to it (and none of them were written down yet!).