When they returned to the apartment building after dinner, Walter suggested they go up to his place. He chuckled at the look of shock on Lou’s face. “To use my laptop so you can job hunt,” he added quickly.
“Ah, okay. Yeah, I do need to do that, I guess.”
“Definitely. The Marshals Service only provides a small subsistence p*****t. If you want to be eating more than instant noodles, and have new clothes or what have you, you need a job.”
Lou looked around when they got to Walter’s place, saying with a bit of a grin, “Not as nice as mine.”
“Since I’m not going to be here for long, I don’t need all the bells and whistles,” Walter replied. He sat down at the table and opened the laptop sitting there. Lou pulled up a chair beside him so he could see what Walter was doing.
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