Reverse those." Look, Terry..."Terry raised his hand. "No, I changed my mind. I was right the firsttime. 'Bro' coming out of you is just wrong. That s...ould be number one."Dave sighed. "I...look, I didn't say I was kicking you out. I'm justsaying it can't go on indefinitely."Terry nodded. "Yeah, 'all good things,' right?" He stepped closer andlowered his voice. "Look, Dave, I hate to ask, but...I'm having sometrouble covering costs. Anything you can toss my way, maybe a couplegrand--" Jesus,. Warren, the lawyer for whom she worked, ate lunch at noon and dinner in the evening. The Grangers ate dinner at noon. And Mr. Warren was older than Pa. He'd been born in the nineteenth century, but -- unlike her parents -- he'd was aware that he was living in 1921 now. She took the long way home from work to pass by the railroad depot. They sold the New York Times there, and Ethel would see if anyone was advertising for an office worker. She wanted to work in the city.Some of the advertisements. She was rubbing her hands together desperately trying to warm up. I looked her over closely for the first time. A teenager, I thought: thin, raven hair, sunken eyes, and a pasty complexion. This waif was not going to survive another night like this. Her clothes weren't exactly ragged, but all she had was a light windbreaker, sneakers, and a dirty print sundress; not exactly winter wear in Columbus, Ohio. "Say, what's your name? How long have you been on the streets?" I dared ask her. "And,. You promised you wouldn’t get upset.’ ‘No, actually I didn’t. How did you get home? Why didn’t you call me?’ ‘I walked home. It wasn’t very far, only a few miles. And I didn’t want to bother you, I knew you had an early start as well.’ She lowered her head and sniffed. Nick immediately felt like the biggest jerk, here Amy was telling her of her horrifying date and instead of comforting her friend, she was going ballistic. Taking a breath and calming herself down, she gently raised Amy’s head.