Amanda woke up to people talking outside in the hallway.
The apartment walls were thin and you can hear almost everything. Well, almost.
Amanda got up and put her ear to her door to see if she can hear the entire
understand how this happened,” Amanda heard someone say. She recognized the
voice as the burly woman, “He didn't seem depressed.”
realized that he was worthless,” another said. That sounded like Trisha,
without the slurred speech.
happened to 'don't speak ill of the dead'” a gruff voice responded. That was
definitely the burly husband.
At this point Amanda opened her door a crack. She was going
to find out what was going on, but she already seemed to know.
She could see Trisha's back and someone's arm.
"I never heard of that tradition," Trisha
mumbled. Just then a hand grabbed Trisha's arm, as if to shush her.
another voice said, “If you think of anything else, let me know," an
unfamiliar voice said. Amanda opened the door in time to see the police officer
Mr. Carter, the owner of the complex, was also there. He
hadn't said anything throughout the conversation, but Amanda wasn't surprised
that he was there. He was always there when something significant is going on.
like we won't need to worry about Joey anymore,” Trisha said. The Burly woman,
who was standing next to Trisha, grabbed her arm again to shush her.
appears that Joey had shot himself two days ago,” Mr. Carter said.
Amanda didn't know how to take the news. She remembered
wishing that he would do this very thing a few days ago.
you mean 'appears'?” Amanda asked.
Mr. Carter said, leaning onto his cane. “The officer certainly asked a lot more
questions than necessary for a suicide.” He stopped for a moment then started
to walk towards the door. In doing so, he walked by the burly husband. Amanda
noticed that they were practically the same size. If Mr. Carter didn't have a
cane and hunched over a little, he may actually be the
like Joey don't just kill themselves, at least not intentionally.” Mr. Carter
continued, stopping after a few steps and turned around.
Amanda noticed that he used 'types' as if Joey was a
completely different species. “They think too highly of themselves. If they
die, it's usually because of a medical condition they don't think they have.
And they don't take care of themselves, but they think they do, and ignore all
warnings of ill health.”
Trisha rolled her eyes.
someplace to be,” Trisha said, “Good luck finding a replacement, Mr. Carter.
Good help is hard to find these days, I'm sure.” She then walked past Mr.
Carter towards the elevator, picking up a rather large, flat bag.
Mr. Carter nodded and smiled. However, he was looking at
Amanda noticed and cleared her throat.
is your art show, Trisha,” Amanda called out after her.
Trisha turned around as the elevator door opened. “It's all
day, come any time.” With that she stepped backwards into the elevator and the
Amanda saw how agile she was when she wasn't drunk.
Mr. Carter was still looking at Amanda.
he said finally, “How would you like a job?”