But beggars canât be choosers.
He tried not to recoil from the wallsâhot pink, shocking pink, tickle-me pink. Whatever you wanted to call it, the color prevailed like an infectious rash that had spread from the hot-pink bathroom. At least Mr. Ripley, the landlord and a retired Marine, had painted the baseboards and window trim a civilized white. In order to stay on Gamble near Anna, Jeff could make do here if he had to.
He could clean the last tenantâs toothpaste off the bathroom mirror easily enough, and a little bleach could send packing the kitchen sinkâs mold. Though tattered, the red-and-brown plaid sofa was serviceable. Jeff didnât really want to look at the mattressâhe could always set his sleeping bag on top of Mr. Ripleyâs ruffled pink taffeta bedspread. And there was a balcony for Earnest to loll around on. He wouldnât mind looking down on a gas station.
What mattered most was that the apartment was furnished. Without moving much from the condo, Jeff could stay here for however longâand he hoped it would be short. More important, he also hoped that Earnest could live here. Mr. Ripley, who had gray sideburns and a paunch, was the only Gamble landlord on craigslist willing to consider a pet, and Jeff had come running after work with Earnestâs photo.
âHere he is. Heâs a fantastic dog!â From his wallet, Jeff handed Mr. Ripley the picture, which he took with the tips of his stubby thumb and index finger. He acted like Earnest had mange that might crawl out of the photo. âI canât bring him here right now because heâs at the vetâs. But you can see how handsome he is,â Jeff said.
âI donât care what he looks like. I care how he behaves. How do I know this dog wonât rip up my apartment?â To Mr. Ripley, Earnest was surely fanged and bent on destruction.
âEarnest is a Lab. The friendliest, most well-behaved breed. Heâs at the clinic because he inhaled smoke. Heâs a hero. He rescued people in a fire.â
âThe one on Rainier yesterday?â
âYes.â Plant Parenthood was just two blocks from this apartment.
âDoes the dog shed?â Mr. Ripley asked.
âI brush him every day.â
âBark?â
âRarely. The only time he loudly voices an opinion is when heâs being protective.â
âHow much does he weigh?â
âAbout eighty pounds, but heâs surprisingly graceful. He doesnât break things. Heâs never attacked another dog.â
Mr. Ripley eyed Jeff with misgiving. âUsually, I have to meet the pet in person.â
âYouâd love Earnest. Everybody does. Really.â No pleading. Keep the desperation under wraps. âIf you want someone to vouch for him, I can get a reference from his vet. Itâs Dr. Nilsen. Do you know him?â
âNever had a pet. Donât much like animals.â
âRight,â Jeff nodded.
Mr. Ripley studied Earnestâs face with the focus of a general trying to decipher the secret code of an invading army. âI donât know. I guess he seems okay.â
Great.
He handed the photo back to Jeff, picked up his backpack by the door, and pulled out a legal-size paper. âIâll want a four-hundred-dollar deposit, and hereâs the yearâs lease you need to sign.â
Aargh. On the phone Jeff had not asked about a lease. Heâd hoped Mr. Ripley, like many landlords on their friendly island, rented with only a deposit and a handshake.
âCould the lease be month-to-month?â Jeff asked. Otherwise, heâd have to break it to move back to the condo.
âThe shortest I ever allowed was six months, and that was for my brother-in-law,â Mr. Ripley said.
âWhat if I paid a higher rent each month?â
âLike how much?â
âSay fifty dollars?â
Mr. Ripley seemed to consider this offer for a moment. âYou could move out in a
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