the inside one that was right on the door to her apartment. Whoever it was had already gotten in the building somehow and was standing just outside, barely separated from them. Elie and Lisa looked at each other.
‘Scar boy?’ Lisa asked. Elie had kept her fully apprised of the situation, including details about their sex.
‘I don’t know. But I’m not answering the door. What if it is him? I don’t want to see him.’
’‘Not even for one last fuck?’
‘Funny Lisa, very funny.’
The buzzing persisted. Elie closed the rest of the lights, tiptoed to the door, aard, impatient knocking; the explosion from his fist rumbled ominously in Elie’s tiny apartment.
‘Maybe he heard us?’ Lisa asked.
‘I don’t know. Probably.’
Lisa and Elie huddled together. Lisa was silent and didn’t move, she was hardly breathing even. The humor of the situation was dissolving and she was getting scared. What if he was crazy? What if he tried to break in?
‘What should we do?’ Elie asked.
‘What if he knocks down the door?’ Lisa said.
‘Shit, he better not do that. My landlord will kill me.’
‘Forget about your landlord, what about us? Do you think he would hurt us?’
‘How should I know?’
‘What do you think he wants, anyway?’
‘Maybe money. He was angry earlier when I wouldn’t give him any.’