Saturday, October 31, 2009
Marti fixed up the apartment while Noah hit the streets in search of work. Fortunately, they weren’t broke. Both their families had chipped in. They knew the boys had potential. Within a week Noah found them both jobs waiting tables at Sardi’s at night and teaching karate on weekends. Marti found barkcloth draperies in exactly the right color – bold irises on a violet ground. (The apartment had come “furnished,” but, as Marti put it, “This all has to go. I’d rather kill myself than live with this drab stuff.”)
