My entertainment budget didn’t exist and how I managed to keep the car going would frighten any self respecting mechanic, but dad asked so I felt I ...ad to help out.I found 21A Braithwaite Street, a flat over the bookies. The drapes were drawn back. I could see a party was in full swing. Horrible tuneless music floated from an open window. Subdued lighting, thin wisps of cigarette smoke wafted gently . The street door wasn’t locked. I went in, Up the stairs. I knocked on the flat door.“What. Starting to feel excited at the chance to get to lay down with the puppies on the soft bed, I grabbed a black one, and a little furry brown and white one.When Chris came back outside, he looked better and was holding two sweaty cans of coke. We started walking towards the slap shack, he carrying the refreshments, and me holding the entertainment.As we stepped inside the dark building, I felt an instant rush of cool. This meant that either someone had been there before us or Chris had turned the. “Come on hand over the money I know you have on you, or I will push your head down this toilet.” a gruff voice came from one of the cubicles.Now that got me pissed, that was really low. I turned and marched over to the door I thought that the voice had come from. I pushed the door open, inside was a big junior or senior. He was leaning over a smaller kid, most probably another freshman like me. The smaller kid had a bill in his hand which the older guy swiped and stuck in his back pocket.“Look. Probably that’s why I’m here now.Since I didn’t answer, she continued, “I wonder, do you ever think of me when you’re alone?” Jesus, that had been Lenore’s line too. I noted that Julia had yet to make a reference to her. Anyway, I had never thought of Julia that way, but I didn’t know whether to tell her that or just lie about it.I struggled to find an answer, and she laughed at me. “Relax, I’m not going to bite unless you want me to.” I seemed to remember that from somewhere else; maybe it was.