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.“Not for eight hundred it isn't,” Lamey said.He gave a laugh.“I'm just trying to work out a way of getting my investment back.”Gredel was relieved that Lamey wasn't really intending to steal Caro's money.She didn't want to be a thief, and she especially didn't want to steal from a friend like Caro.“She doesn't seem to have any useful contacts here.” Lamey continued thinking aloud.“Find out about these Biswas people.They might be good for something.”Gredel agreed.The request seemed harmless enough.Gredel spent most of her nights away from Nelda's now, either with Lamey or sleeping at Caro's place.That was good, because things at Nelda's were grim.Antony looked as if he were settling in for a long stay.He was sick, something about his liver, and he couldn't get work.Sometimes Nelda had fresh bruises or cuts on her face.Sometimes the other kids did.And sometimes when Gredel came home at night Antony was there, passed out on the sofa, a bottle of gin in his hand.She took off her shoes and walked past him quietly, glaring her hatred as she passed him, and she would think how easy it would be to hurt Antony then, to pick up the bottle and smash Antony in the face with it, smash him until he couldn't hurt anyone ever again.Once Gredel came home and found Nelda in tears.Antony had slapped her around and taken the rent money, for the second time in a row.“We're going to be evicted,” Nelda whispered hoarsely.“They're going to throw us all out.”“No they're not,” Gredel said firmly.She went to Lamey and explained the situation and begged him for the money.“I'll never ask you for anything ever again,” she promised.Lamey listened thoughtfully, then reached into his wallet and handed her a hundred-zenith note.“This take care of it?” he asked.Gredel reached for the note, hesitated.“More than enough,” she said.“I don't want to take that much.”Lamey took her hand and put the note into it.His blue eyes looked into hers.“Take it and welcome,” he said.“Buy yourself something nice with the rest.”Gratitude flooded Gredel's eyes.Tears fell down her cheeks.“Thank you,” she said.“I know I don't deserve it.”“Of course you do,” Lamey said.“You deserve the best, Earthgirl.” He kissed her, his lips coming away salty.“Now you take this to the building agent, right? You don't give it to Nelda, because she might give it away again.”“I'll do that right away,” Gredel said.“And—” His eyes turned solemn.“Does Antony need taking care of? Or need encouragement to leave?You know what I mean.”Gredel shrank from the idea.“No,” she said.“No—he won't stay long.”“You remember it's an option, right?” She made herself nod in answer.Gredel took the money to the agent, a scowling little woman who had an office in the building and who smelled of cabbage and onions.She insisted on a receipt for the two months’ rent, which the woman gave grudgingly, and as Gredel walked away she thought about Lamey and how this meant Lamey loved her.Too bad he's going to die.The thought formed in her mind unbidden.The worst part was that she knew it was true.People like Lamey didn't survive for long.There weren't many old linkboys—that's why they weren't called linkmen.Sooner or later they were caught and killed.And the people they loved—their wives, their lovers, their children—paid as well, with a term on the labor farms like Ava, or with their own execution.The point was reinforced a few days later, when Stoney was caught hijacking a cargo of fuel cells in Maranic Port.His trial was over two weeks later, and he was executed the next week.Because stealing private property was a crime against common law, not against the Praxis that governed the empire, he wasn't subjected to the tortures reserved for those who transgressed against the ultimate law, but simply strapped into a chair and garroted.The execution was broadcast on the video channel reserved for punishments, and Lamey made his boys watch it.“To make them more careful,” he said simply.Gredel didn't watch.She went to Caro's instead and surprised herself by helping Caro drink a bottle of wine.Caro was delighted at this lapse on Gredel's part, and was her most charming all night, thanking Gredel effusively for everything Gredel had done for her.Gredel left with the wine singing in her veins.She had rarely felt so good.The euphoria lasted until she entered Nelda's apartment.Antony was in full cry.A chair lay in pieces on the floor and Nelda had a cut above her eye that wept red tears across her face
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