ESCHEWAL PARKS THE CAR. "What, call the chick then and let her know we're downstairs."
Deuce shakes his head. "I just called her, man. Her phone is still engaged."
Eschewal nods towards the grey block of flats. "Well, knock her up then."
"You do it, man."
Eschewal fires back, "I don't know her."
"Ter' so what, you're going on like you're afraid of girl. Just tell her you're my friend, innit, and we're downstairs."
Eschewal sucks his teeth. "What's her name and her flat number?"
Deuce wipes the corners of his eyes. "Alena, Flat 18."
Eschewal steps out of the car. He reaches Shoot House and punches in 18.
The intercom rings and a man with a deep, gravel voice answers, "YES, HELLO!"
Eschewal pauses for a second and wonders if he has punched in the wrong number. He looks at the intercom; it reads 18 in large red numbers.
"Um, yeah, is um, Alena there, please?"
"WHAT? WHO?" bellows the voice in an exotic accent.
Eschewal repeats, "Alena, is Alena there, please?"
"WHO, ALENA?"
Before the voice can continue, Eschewal jumps in with, "Yeah, Arh-leen-na," emphasizing the pronunciation.
"NO, NO. NO LENA HERE!"
"NO, ARH-LEEN-NA!" shouts back Eschewal.
The voice shouts back with annoyance as he is in the middle of watching a porno, and he wants to get back to it, "I SAID NO LENA HERE!"
The man slams the intercom down.
Eschewal feels rage run through him. He calms and tells himself maybe Deuce had misheard the girl, so he calls numbers 28, 38, and 48. All come up fruitless. He walks away from the intercom, cursing under his breath.
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