Thank God, Jim answered on the first ring. “Hello?”
“Hi, Jim?”
“Yeah, whaddaya want?”
“This is Dana Schilling. You know, a friend of Larry’s. I met you at the Mixers a couple weeks ago.”
“Larry ain’t here.”
“I know he’s not there. Do you have Nancy’s phone number?”
“Nancy who?”
“Larry’s girlfriend. That’s where he is right now.”
“He’s got a million girlfriends. I dunno one from another.”
Rats. The only thing she could think of to say was, “In that case Jim, do you have a spare room or a couch where I could sleep tonight?”
“Who’d you say you were?”
“Dana Schilling. My husband, Bill, is a grad student in Larry’s department. We were in charge of that wake for Violet at the Mixer’s that you crashed.”
“Why ya need a place to stay? You just walk out on your husband? Just like my godd
