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number. Paul’s number.”
    “It’s Sunday night!” Nina’s mind ran through her cases—the clients in jail, the clients in custody disputes, the clients who might have just been arrested. A frightening thought struck her. “My dad? Or Matt?”
    “Relax. It’s a client.”
    Paul went into the bathroom, walking slightly bow-legged, shaking his head. He looked like a swimmer from behind, his shoulders and back making a V, his butt white and indignant as it disappeared through the bathroom door.
    “Grr,” Nina said.
    “You’re gonna love this.”
    “You may. I won’t.” As soon as she said it, she knew that this display of ill temper would cost her.
    After a short silence which was like the silence of the sea just before the hurricane blows in, Sandy said, “Hey. We were playing checkers and eating nachos, and now Joseph has gone down to his workshop and I won’t see him again until tomorrow.”
    “Well, I’m sorry.”
    “You don’t sound sorry.”
    “I am sorry.”
    “Not as sorry as me.”
    “Look, Sandy, I’m sorry, I really am—”
    “I’m not supposed to care about being disturbed; I’m just the secretary. Socially inferior. Never should have given us the vote. Try to do the right thing, get in touch with you. I’m the sorry one.”
    “Sandy, tell me right now what—”
    “He’ll probably spend all night downstairs now. We were snug as a bug in a rug, but now he got away. He’s making a cupboard for the bedroom—”
    “—or I’m going to hang up.” Paul came back out, buttoning a shirt. He sat down on the edge of the bed and started putting on his shoes.
    Nina took a deep breath and exhaled slowly while Sandy said a few more things about the cupboard and the nachos and the checkers and the status of Native American pink-collar workers in American society. Sandy had been slightly offended by Nina’s peremptory tone, and Nina was now paying the price, and there was no way out of it.
    When Sandy finally took a breather herself, Nina said in a very calm voice, “So what is it?”
    “What is what?”
    “You know darn well.”
    “You mean the legal matter?”
    Nina gave no response to this. She was becoming enraged. She thought she heard a muffled dry chuckle on the other end of the phone. She wondered why she hadn’t fired Sandy a long time ago. She opened her mouth to fire her.
    Sandy said, “New client. Has to see you right now. Happened to know I was a legal secretary and called me here in Markleeville. She’s over at the office right now with some guy, waiting for you out in the parking lot.”
    “She knows you?”
    “I didn’t say that. Anyway, she’s got to get back to Prize’s soon. They’re waiting for her. She told them she was feeling sick and had to get some medicine from her car, then she drove down the highway to the Starlake Building.”
    “What’d she do? Get caught cheating? Assault somebody?”
    “No. She just won a slot machine jackpot. A whole lot of money. Something like seven million bucks. You still there?”
    “Wow!” Nina said slowly.
    “Uh huh.”
    “Does she have a cell phone? Good. Sandy, call her back and tell her to go back and smile and sign the forms and collect the check and come by in the morning. About ten.”
    “That’s the thing. She says she can’t sign the forms. But she does want the check.”
    “I don’t blame her for being nervous but I’m busy!” This came out sounding somewhat plaintive. Paul was sliding his wallet into his hip pocket. He was fully dressed and there was no longer even a whiff of sex in the air. The party was ruined.
    Sandy went on, “But, see, she says she can’t tell them her name. And she’s got this guy with her and she says she can use his name, only she doesn’t even know him, so she wants a lawyer to make an agreement between them before she goes in and does that—”
    “What? The IRS won’t let her get away with that. How much did you say she won?”
    “Over seven million dollars, like I