Step flung the door open and flipped the light back on, already apologizing as he did. "I"m sorry, I just a.s.sumed somebody had left the light on, I didn"t know anybody was using it."
He had already closed the door when he realized that it was d.i.c.ky who was in that room, sitting at a cleared-off desk, and the computer he was using was not a 64 or an Atari or any machine Step had seen before. He opened the door again. "Excuse me, is that the Lisa? We haven"t got a Lisa here, have we?"
d.i.c.ky had already covered the machine with a tarpaulin and he was halfway to the door. Step"s having opened it yet again clearly unnerved him. "Dammit, you sneaky son-of-a-b.i.t.c.h, haven"t you spied enough for one day?"
"Since when is it spying to open the storage room?" asked Step. "Is this some sort of top secret project?"
"No, it"s a Boy Scout computer, and it likes to sleep in a tent," said d.i.c.ky.
But by now Step had already seen what d.i.c.ky had carelessly left uncovered-the large empty box on the floor with the name Compaq emblazoned on it.
"Sorry, d.i.c.ky," said Step. "Perhaps a locked door would do the job.
"I was just getting up to lock it when you barged in for the third time-I hope you"ll forgive me for counting."
"Sorry," Step repeated. "I"ll never switch off another light at Eight Bits Inc., I promise." He drew the door shut behind him.
As he walked down the corridor, he heard d.i.c.ky open the door again and then slam it shut. Oof, d.i.c.ky, feel better now?
Step got to the door of the pit, set his hand on the handle, and then turned around and headed back to his office. He picked up the phone and called DeAnne. "Have you mailed that check to the mortgage company?"
"Not yet," she said.
"Don"t."
"Why not? What happened?"
He told her about what he had seen, and how secretive d.i.c.ky had been about it. She didn"t get it.
"The Compaq computer is an IBM clone. And d.i.c.ky is working on it secretly"
"Oh," she said. "The agreement..."
"If Eight Bits Inc. is supporting the PC when I quit, I can"t do any programming for the PC for a year. I"ll already be cut off from the 64 and the Atari as it is. I have to quit today, DeAnne. It may already be too late."
"If it"s already too late," she said, "then what good will it do to quit? The baby isn"t born. He"s due on the twenty-eighth. But it might not be that long, he might be early. Elizabeth was."
"And Robbie was a week late and we had to induce him at that," said Step. "Don"t you see? If I don"t quit now, today, then I can"t quit at all."
"But would that be so very bad, Step? It"s been so much better since you stopped working such late hours."
He wanted to scream at her. No, it hasn"t been any better, it"s just been shorter. But he didn"t scream. In fact, he lowered his voice, and he spoke rapidly, because he felt such urgency to persuade her. "My position here is deteriorating all the time. I"m not in charge of anything. My only authority comes from skulking around helping with programming and game design behind d.i.c.ky"s back, and even that isn"t all that valuable anymore because I"ve pretty much taught the programmers everything I know. In a month I could be so completely under d.i.c.ky"s thumb that every hour of every day would be unbearable. He"d reject everything I wrote, make me do it over and over again for the stupidest reasons. In fact he already does that, I just ignore him and don"t make the changes he suggests, but what if I couldn"t ignore him anymore? You don"t know what you"re saying when you tell me I should just stay on."
"Step, I"m just asking you to stay until the baby-"
"No, you"re not. You"re asking me to stay indefinitely. No end in sight. Because d.i.c.ky knows that I"ve seen the Compaq. He knows that the secret will be out, and when he tells Ray, we"ll get a memo announcing it so the news comes from them, not from me. Do you understand? It"s now, this minute. I can"t even give notice. I just have to quit and get out."
"You can"t do that, Step, it wouldn"t be right."
"Nothing has been right about working for them all along. Suddenly I"m supposed to be n.o.ble?"
"You have to give them two weeks notice and then if they challenge your right to do PC games, you can say that at the time you gave notice, Eight Bits Inc. was still not supporting the PC."
"Oh, right, I"m sure that that would hold up in court."
"It might," she insisted.
"Look, DeAnne. Call your Uncle Mike. He"s a lawyer. Ask him what we should do. Tell him about my agreement with Eight Bits Inc.-read him the agreement-and see what he thinks. And for that matter, ask him what we should do about the house. What will happen to us if we hang on to that money to cover the cost of the baby."
"You mean let them foreclose?"
"That"s what I mean."
"Oh, Step, we can"t-that"s not honest."
"No, DeAnne, if we had signed the mortgage intending not to pay, that would be dishonest. But the whole premise of the mortgage is that they recognize that we might not be able to pay, in which case they have the right to take the house. Well, we can"t pay, and so they get the house."
"But we can pay, Step. We have the money in the bank right now."
"The money that"s in the bank right now is not house money, it"s just money. Our money. If we use it to pay for the baby, then I can quit the job today, right now, and we might still have a future with Agamemnon. Don"t you understand that?"
"So you want to quit your job so bad that you"ll walk off without giving them notice, you"ll let them foreclose on the house, and you"ll let us go into the birth of our baby without insurance?"
"I thought you wanted me to quit this job, too. I thought you wanted me to come home. To be with Stevie. To be a family again."
"Well, I"m not going to be the villain in this, Step. If you want to quit, then quit."
"Oh, so it"s all right if I am the villain, is that it? This time we don"t make the decision together, 1 have to make it alone, so if it works out wrong then it"s my fault and only my fault forever. If I wanted that kind of life I would have married my mother!"
"That is the stupidest and cruelest thing you"ve ever said, Step."
"Oh, you think so? Then try this. Just imagine how you"d feel if I came to you and said, Oh, isn"t it a little selfish of you to insist on having the baby now? If you really loved the family, you"d carry it another six months and you wouldn"t complain about it, either."
Then, because he hated himself so much that he could hardly stand to hear his own voice on the telephone, he hung up without waiting for her answer.
Either she would call him back, or she wouldn"t.
After a couple of minutes, when she hadn"t called back, he sat down at the typewriter and wrote: Dear Ray: I hereby resign my position with Eight Bits Inc., effective immediately. There is no need to pay me for today"s work. Thank you for giving me the privilege of working with you for the past months. I"m sorry for any inconvenience my resignation might cause you.
Sincerely, He pulled it out of the typewriter and signed it.
He felt so free.
Then he tore it up into small pieces and dropped them into the wastebasket.
The phone rang. It was DeAnne. She was sobbing, barely able to speak. "Step, I"m so sorry, I"m so sorry, I was being selfish," she said.
"No, I was the selfish one," he said. "I won"t quit. I"ll wait till the baby comes, and if Eight Bits Inc. is supporting the PC by then, well, then that"s the way it goes. Maybe that"s what the Lord planned for us all along."
"No," she said, "no that"s wrong. What the Lord planned for us was Agamemnon. You know that, it all went so smoothly in San Francisco, and you really like Arkasian and he"s kept all his promises and the money is good, you"ve got to reach out and take it, you"ve got to. It"s only my fear, my stupid fear that made me say those things and try to get you to stay at Eight Bits and I was wrong, can"t I be wrong? Can"t I say I was wrong and then you just do the thing you were right about wanting to do?"
It was the same argument, only they had changed sides. When they both realized that DeAnne was now urging him to walk out immediately, they ended up laughing.
"Let"s go back to plan A, DeAnne. Call your Uncle Mike. I"ll be right here when you call me back."
"I"ll call you right back. I love you, Junk Man."
"I love you too, Fish Lady."
He sat down at the typewriter and wrote another letter. It was like the first one, except that it gave two weeks notice. The resignation would be effective as of August 2nd. And if the baby didn"t come by the twenty-eighth when it was due, then they"d induce it, and it would be born under Eight Bits Inc."s insurance policy. It was the best compromise Step could think of.
He set the letter on his desk and this time he didn"t sign it. He just sat there, eyes closed, waiting for DeAnne to call back. And he prayed, silently: Let Uncle Mike be home. Let him give us the right advice. Keep Ray Keene from sending a memo about the PC until after. Make it work out right, somehow.
The phone rang. It was DeAnne.
"He said to let the house go," she said.
"The house?" he asked. Was the house really the issue? Well, yes, it was-to DeAnne. Because to her it was a matter of honor to pay their debts, and so if her uncle advised them to let it go, it would ease her conscience considerably, and in the long run that would be very important.
"He said that there"s a recession on, and Indiana is a hard-hit state. Chances are the banks there aren"t being ugly about reporting on foreclosed mortgages. It may never come up in the future. And even if it does, it won"t kill us. So let it go."
"All right," said Step. "So we can hold on to the money in the bank. What about the employment agreement?"
"He said it could go either way. If you resigned in the belief that the policy was one way, and then before you actually left they changed the policy, you"d probably be in the clear working on PC games, the way the agreement is worded."
"But I"m pretty sure they"re going to change the policy" said Step. "That"s why I"m resigning, and d.i.c.ky won"t miss the fact that I resigned less than an hour after seeing him working on the Compaq, "Well," she said, "that"s why he said it could go either way."
"Hoo boy" said Step.
"He advised you to quit now. Just walk out. There"d be no ambiguity then."
"Except that from then on, Eight Bits Inc. could spread the word that I walked away and left them in the lurch. And it would be true."
"And our mortgage company could spread the word that we walked away from the house, and that would be true, too. It"s like Uncle Mike said. Sometimes you have to walk away and let the chips fall where they may."
"Yeah, but he"s a lawyer, what does he know from right and wrong."
"Step, he"s my uncle, he-"
"That was a joke, DeAnne. I"ll submit my resignation right now."
"Come home as a free man, Step. Come home to your family."
"I want to."
"Say you will."
"I love you."
"Oh, Step!"
"Say you love me before I hang up."
"I love you."
He hung up.
Why was he so reluctant, now, to walk out? It just felt wrong.
The second letter, the one he had typed before DeAnne called back with Uncle Mike"s advice-that was the letter he knew he had to submit. He didn"t know why. It seemed like the stupidest possible course-the course that would leave him without a job, without the Agamemnon contract, and tied up in litigation with Eight Bits Inc. for a year. And yet when he looked at that letter he knew that it was the right thing to do, the only thing he could do and really live with himself. He could walk away from the mortgage because the bank would get the house, and the house was worth much more than the amount owed on it. But he couldn"t be the kind of man who would walk out on a job without giving fair notice.
He signed the letter, made a couple of xeroxes of it, and took the original to Ludy, Ray"s secretary, who looked it over, clucked her tongue a couple of times, smiled at him sadly and said, "I guess I won"t win the pool after all."
"What?"
"I thought you"d stick it out until after the baby was born."
"The baby"s due before the two weeks are up."
She rolled her eyes. "Are you sure you don"t want to wait to give this to him until your insurance has safely covered the baby?"
He shook his head. "Today," he said.
"No cooling off period? I could hold it till morning, for instance, and if you change your mind he"ll never know you gave it to me."
"Ludy, you"re a sweetheart, but give him the letter right away, please."
She smiled. "Mmm, you men are all so attractive when you think you know what you"re doing. Of course, you never really do."
Step started to walk away, and then turned back. "Was there really a pool on when I"d quit?"
She laughed. "Of course not. Oh, maybe a teeny one. Maybe I bet myself an ice cream that you"d stay and a granola bar that you"d go."
"Crunch away," said Step.
"Bye-bye," said Ludy.
Step walked with a light step down the maze of corridors to the back, where he found d.i.c.ky"s door partly open. He knocked.
"Come in."
d.i.c.ky was on the phone, mostly nodding. Step laid a copy of the letter down on top of d.i.c.ky"s typewriter. d.i.c.ky glanced over it while he was listening to the phone, nodded, said "All right," and then hung up. He looked up at Step and smiled. "That was Ray. Your resignation is accepted."
"Very quick," said Step.
"But that two weeks notice s.h.i.t is out of the question," said d.i.c.ky. "Two weeks in which a disgruntled employee can cause damage? Insert bugs in our programs? Report to your new bosses on the secrets of Eight Bits Inc.?"
"What, you mean you guys are secretly developing nuclear weapons for the PLO or something? And I don"t have a new boss. I"m going back to freelancing. I have a contract for Hacker Snack, I told you that."