Amanda noticed something unusual as she walked to her apartment.
It seemed to be eerily calm. She didn't hear any of her neighbors fighting or…
She stopped at her door as if to wait for the answer to
catch up with her.
It finally dawned on her. She hadn't seen Joey at all
today. It was rare that he ever left the building and she always got a glimpse
of him before finding an alternate route to avoid him.
Maybe he finally gave up on her?
She entered her apartment and set her mail on the counter.
Then grabbed her index cards to write a few more notes.
She added a few more pages to her book and check the clock.
It was Three thirty.
now," Amanda thought.
Sure enough her burly neighbors next door started to argue,
but it seemed more subdued than usual. They weren't even yelling but you can
tell that they were having a disagreement.
Amanda stepped back out into the hallway, not sure what to
make of the situation.
Then the girl that lived in 2C (right across the hall from
Amanda) stumbled out of the elevator. She was obviously drunk. All Amanda knew
about the girl is that she was an artist and she liked to party once in a
Amanda watched as she stopped just outside of the elevator
and leaned up against the wall. Unfortunately, her foot was still in the path
of the elevator door. The door would try to close, hit it, then immediately
Amanda walked over to her and asked “Good party?”
best I've been to,” The girl muttered.
Amanda pointed to her purse still in the elevator. “Is that
yours?” Amanda asked.
The girl nodded and Amanda retrieved it for her. The girl,
seemingly grateful to see Amanda stood up and swayed. Amanda was able to help
steady her before she fell. Then Amanda helped the girl walk to her apartment.
When they reached the door, the girl unlocked her door,
after struggling with her keys, then stopped to lean on the doorpost. She
appeared to be waiting for something.
finally said, “I haven't seen that perv Joey yet.”
Amanda chuckled. “He likes to talk to you too?”
yeah.,” The girl said, “It's more like talking at me than to me.” Then she
laughed and grabbed her breasts, "more like talking at these." The
girl almost lost her balance and steadied herself on the doorpost again.
Amanda nodded in agreement.
Trisha, by the way.” Trisha let go of the door post, again, to put her hand out
to shake, but nearly fell over. Amanda caught her and helped get the door.
"It's short for Patricia. PAT. Tri. SHA." Trisha laughed as if what
she said was the funniest joke in the world.
Amanda struggled to steady Trisha and bring her into the
apartment. Trisha was the same size as Amanda and it didn't help that the drunk
couldn't stand up straight.
"I'm a PAT! Trish! Ahhhh!" Trisha said and laugh
again. "What a name and I'm stuck
Finally, Amanda was able to get Trisha to sit down. With a sigh, Amanda took a moment to catch
her breath. She was never that strong to begin with. Anything heavier than your
standard sack of groceries was too much.
Carter finally got to fire him.” Trisha said, surprisingly clearly.
"Who?" Amanda was having a hard time keeping up
with the disorganized conversation.
"You know," Trisha said as if she couldn't
believe Amanda would ask, "Joey!".
Amanda nodded as she head towards the fridge.
the union had made it difficult to fire anyone, even the ones that deserves it," Trisha paused as if for dramatic effect.
"Aaaaaaaand, he deserved it!" She yelled and grabbed the edge of the
table as if to steady herself.
Amanda found a water bottle in the fridge, which was
surprisingly full with salads and fruit. She handed the bottle to Trisha who
took it gratefully.
"He should have been fired out of a cannon. A very
large cannon, because he was sooo..." Trisha made a round motion with her
hands. Then Trisha looked as if she realized what she said. "Not that
being, well you know..."
Amanda did know. She had gained some weight over the past
couple of years. She was going to a gym, but it didn't seem to even accomplish
anything. Bringing Trisha to her apartment was proof that it certainly didn't
do her physical strength much good.
After Trisha took a swig of her water, she motioned towards
to what looked like a living room turned art studio.
“I have a
showing tomorrow, at the art center downtown,” she said. “Maybe you should come
don't have plans tomorrow,” Amanda said, “I'll see if Todd wants to come.”
that the British guy that was with you the other day?” Trisha rambled almost
dreamily, “Kind of like Mr. Carter. He has that accent. That is what I've been
told. They told me…" Trisha stopped for a moment as if she just thought of
something, "Yup, they told me that accent was British, but I wouldn't
know." Trisha laid her head onto
the table. "I'm an ignorant American, if the internet was to be
Amanda nodded. She didn't tell her that Todd's parents were
British, but he was born and raised in the US and that Todd still had a slight
English accent. Amanda didn't think much of it until now.
cute,” She mumbled. “Maybe he 'encouraged' Joey to leave. I bet he would do
that for you."
it. Todd isn't like that,” Amanda said but Trisha didn't notice. She had passed