I get her answering machine. I then proceed to phone her brother, who fixes things around the place. As I find out, the fucker s in North Bay, living it up. He won t be back till Monday. I phone people up desperately, getting the answering machines.
Time rolls by quickly.
I had to be there by eight o clock, and it s eight-thirty now. That s right, Freddy N s sweet ass ain t going no where. I spend the rest of the evening fielding calls from my friends, touchingly concerned about my enigmatic message. I spend the rest of my weekend playing phone tag with the super, who won t pay to get the damn lock fixed. The dude was apologetic , which was nice, but apologizing isn t going to give me back the seventy-two hours I ve been under house arrest.