~6.6~

“Why do you ask?” the woman asked. “Do you think it will matter? To the librarians, or the DMV?”

“It would matter a lot if they knew about it, but first they’d have to believe it, and I don’t see that happening,” the man said. “Most people… most people wouldn’t even see you, if you didn’t look so… well, you’re probably kind of hard to notice, anyway.”

“I am,” the woman said, nodding in agreement.

“You know when I said I know a guy who knows a guy?”

“Yes,” the woman said. “That much I do know.”

“I think… I think he could probably help you out.”

“Who could?” the woman asked. “The guy that you know, or the guy that he knows?”

“The second one,” the man said.

“Well, then I should be talking to the guy that you know then.”

“What? Why?”

“So he can introduce us.”

“I think I can get him to introduce you… the thing is, it wouldn’t be for free,” the man said. “This guy doesn’t do ‘free’.”

“I told you that I don’t have any money,” the woman said.

“It wouldn’t be money,” the man said. “This guy has money, probably, or he can get it. But he’d probably be really interested in what you can do for him… you know what? Forget I mentioned it… a library card can’t cost you much more than fifty dollars or so. You could come up with that way easier than…”

“I wouldn’t know how,” the woman said. “Could you teach me?”

“Lady, I can’t find a job for myself in this economy,” the man said. “And I have a social security number and a driver’s license already. But if a library card is all you need, there’s got to be some way you could come up with to scrape together fifty bucks.”

“And what if the librarian still wants to now who I am before she will give me one?” the woman asked. “Take me to your guy.”