“Yeah,” she responded, and went to the coat closet for her ski jacket and her knitted cap and scarf. She already had her winter boots on.
As Larry drove her to Dinkytown, he asked, “What are you planning to do? Can you afford an apartment?”
“I make about two hundred a month, maybe only one-fifty to take home. That means about fifty a month rent is all I can afford. I’ll have to find a cheap place or a roommate.”
“That’s about what I make. I could be your roommate. Hey, is Violet’s place still available? It rents for sixty, I think.”
“You can’t be serious! One, I’m not rooming with you, and two, I couldn’t live in that place after what happened there. What in God’s name are you thinking?”
“Sorry. It was just an idea. I’m getting tired of living with Jim.”
“How did you happen to move i
