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 ”Don’t patronize me, de Carabas,” said Door. She was so tired. “And I think I can decide who comes with us. You _are_ working for me, aren’t you? Or is it the other way around?” Her sorrow and exhaustion had drained her of her patience. She needed de Carabas–she couldn’t afford to drive him away– but she had reached her limit.
    De Carabas stared at her, coldly angry. “He is _not_ coming with us,” he stated, flatly. “Anyway, he’s probably dead by now.”    Richard was not dead. He was sitting in the dark, on a ledge, on the side of a storm drain, wondering what to do, wondering how much further out of his league he could possibly get. His life so far, he decided, had prepared him perfectly for a job in Securities, for shopping at the supermarket, for watching soccer on the television on the weekends, for turning up the thermostat if he got cold. It had magnificently failed to prepare him for a life as an un-person on the roofs and in the sewers of London, for a life in the cold and the wet and the dark.
    A light glimmered. Footsteps came toward him. If, he decided, it was a bunch of murderers, cannibals, or monsters, he would not even put up a fight. Let them end it all for him; he’d had enough. He stared down into the dark, to the place where his feet should be. The footsteps came closer.
    “Richard?” The voice was Door’s. He jumped. Then he studiously ignored her. _If it weren’t for you,_ he thought . . . “Richard?”
    He didn’t look up. “What?” he said.Cheap Air Jordans Diamond Shoes for sale
    “Look,” she said. “You really wouldn’t be in this mess if it weren’t for me,” _You can say that again,_ he thought. “And I don’t think you’ll be any safer with us. But. Well.” She stopped. A deep breath. “I’m sorry. I really am. Are you coining?”