When we got back, Denise did the  
dumping, and I fed the Tunnel. For the 
first few minutes, we vented our anger.
While we ranted, Denise banged the     
cages against the Grinder hard, and I  
slammed the cages against the conveyor 
belt that moved everything to the      
Clean-Side.                            
     “You’re going to break the damn   
thing, Crim,” she said and laughed.    
     I laughed with her, and then we   
got down to the upcoming meeting. We   
figured the key would be finding homes 
for the mice that ended up on this     
side.                                  
     Denise could take some, but not a 
whole lot, because she lived in an     
apartment and had limited space.       
     I had five acres with a barn, and 
that meant I could take a lot of them  
* myself, if not all of them.              
     We also agreed to contact local   
pet stores and schools, and anyone else
we could think of, to see if any of    
them also wanted some free mice.       
     Most of them were skeptical, but  
by the time the meeting rolled around, 
we had a half-dozen names that were    
willing to work with us to get the job 
done. Even Barry promised to take a    
couple.                                
     A Rep from upstairs was at the    
meeting and everything, and when our   
time came, we made the best case we    
could. The rep even promised to bring  
it up at the next Policy Meeting.      
     Sherrie even told us after he     
left, “I think you might have a good   
chance here,” but then told us two     
things that ruined every fucking thing.



CHAPTER 3: WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 22nd
<<  101 |  102  | 103  >>
[ TABLE OF CONTENTS ]

                                            *MIDDLE OF THE PAGE