"What?"
"I mean, hitting the window? Rookie move."
"What is this? Some kind of joke to you?" My voice rose. "Have you been rich forsolong that you don't know what it's like to be scared of losing your job?"
Flynn's mouth tightened. "Don't worry, he's not gonna lose it."
"Oh yeah? How can you be sure?"
"I just am. So drop it."
I gave him the squinty-eye. "I have ways of finding out, you know."
"Yeah? And what are you gonna do?"
"Well, I could check the schedule and–"
"Imean, what are you gonna do if he's fired?"
The question caught me off-guard. If Sammy lost his job, whatcouldI do? I tried to think. "Well, I could tell the manager that you started it."
"And you think he's gonna care?"
"He might."
With a hard scoff, Flynn said, "Yeah, you keep telling yourself that."
"Just what are you getting at?"
"The truth," he said. "Guys like Sammy? Nobody gives a rat's ass what happens to them."
"But that's not true," I protested. "I care. And so does Carla."
"That's your problem, not mine."
What a total asshole."But—"
"I already told you, don't worry.'"
Don't worry?It suddenly struck me that Flynn said that a lot.But didn't he get it?For the last several years, I'd spent so much time worrying that I'd become an expert.
I worried about the bills. I worried about my mom. I worried about my little sister. And now, I was worried about Sammy and Carla, too.
Shit.
Still, I knew a dead end when I saw it. I made a mental note to try to smooth things over for Sammy as best I could.
If Flynn was wrong, and Sammydidlose his job, we'd be discussing it again, whether Flynn wanted to or not. After all, we were living in the same house, so it's not like Flynn could escape meallthe time.
And vice-versa.
I muttered, "And thanks a lot, by the way."
"For what now?"
"For not warning me about Felicity."
"If you needed a warning," he said, "you're not as bright as you look."
