As Dick Meyers left the office of Lisa Harrison and was on his way out the back entrance of The House of Hope he saw Bill James talking to a couple of residents in the back lane. Both clients held a cup of Tim Horton’s coffee in their hands and had already gratefully accepted free cigarettes provided by Bill.
Dick walked right up to Bill. “ I’m sorry to have to break up this little party,gentlemen, but I need to talk to Mr. James privately,” said Meyers to the two residents. “And here’s a toonie each for you boys for any inconvenience I may have caused you.”
“Gee, thanks man,” one of the residents said as he and his partner headed to Tim Horton’s.
‘So did you pick up any more juicy gossip for your little rag, Bill?” asked Meyers.
“We were just having a friendly conversation, Dick,” replied Bill.
“I hear that you’ve been talking to Lisa Harrison, nosing around about the recent fatality at The House Of Hope.”
“The people have a right to know what’s going on, Dick. Their hard earned tax dollars are paying for that rehabilitation center,” said Bill.
“Most of the people around here don’t pay taxes, Bill. They’re unemployed.”
Bill chuckled, “You think I don’t know that?”
“In fact, Bill I’d say that you’re barely employed yourself. All you do is publish that commie rag of yours and go to public meetings to cause trouble.”
“I’m self employed. You could almost call me a capitalist.”
Now it was Bill Meyer’s turn to laugh. “Yeah, you’re a regular Bill Gates aren’t you, James? I don’t get you. You’re a smart enough guy, you’re educated and you could have yourself a job that would actually provide you with a decent standard of living.”
“In other words I should get a job like yours.”
“No, not like mine. If were younger you probably could have gotten a job as a professional community advocate working for the government.”
“Why didn’t I think of that? I could have a nice, clean office, attend all kinds of boring meetings, push piles of paper all day and pretend that I’m actually helping the community.”