That night, Joe trudged weakly home, exhausted from both his work and his ordeal with Mr. Gurney. That evening, Burger World had been so busy, he'd had to stay overtime, and by the time he made it back to the apartment, it was nine-thirty.
Rocky was waiting, as usual, drinking beer and watching television. When Joe plodded through the door, he glanced up and grinned.
"Hey, Joey," he greeted. "What's up?"
"Nothin', man. Nothin'." Joe slogged to the bedroom to change his clothes. He stripped off the smelly orange uniform, which was coated with grease and sweat, and pulled on his old pair of jeans.
Tossing the uniform on the floor, he walked out to the refrigerator. He got himself a beer and popped the tab, and then the phone rang.
Sipping some beer from the can, Joe went to the ph
