'Brad Sterling is alleged to have harassed Jeanette Ronan, Penny Putnam, Olivia Hanson, and Marcia Albright.'
'Busy man,' Mattie said.
'You know Sterling?' I said.
'Yep.'
'Think he'd have harassed these women?'
'Sure.'
'Why do you think so?'
'He's a man.'
'Any other reason?'
'Don't need another reason.'
'Some of my best friends are women,' I said.
'That supposed to be funny?'
'I was hoping,' I said.
'There's nothing much to laugh at in the way men treat women.'
'How about `some men treat some women'?'
'You've never been a woman, pal.'
'Hard point to argue,' I said. 'You didn't see any instances of harassment.'
'No.'
'What else can you tell me,' I said. 'About Galapalooza?'
She snorted again.
'Something,' I said.
She shook her head.
'Don't get me started,' she said.
'Au contraire,' I said. 'It's what I'm trying to do.'
She made an aw-go-on gesture with her hand.
'How much did you realize from the event,' I said.
She looked at me for quite a long time without expression.
Finally she said, 'Zip.'
'Zip.'
'No, actually worse than zip. The people who usually would be giving us money spent it at Galapalooza. So we actually lost the money they would have donated if they hadn't spent it on Galapalooza.'
'What happened?' I said.
She shrugged.
'Expenses,' she said.
'You see the figures?'
'Yes. Everything was explained,' she said. 'The costs got ahead of them. The turnout was smaller than they'd hoped.'
'So nobody got any money out of it?'
'No.'
'Could they have cooked the books?'
'Look at my operation,' she said and waved her hand at the small front room of the small apartment that looked out at the narrow street. 'Does it look like we have a CPA budgeted?'
'So they could have cooked them.'
'Of course they could have cooked them. The deal was that they'd do this big fund-raiser for all the charities too small to do a big fund-raiser. Share mailing lists, pool our volunteers. Because we're small and poor we're in no position to contest their figures. Operations like this are hand to mouth. We scramble every day, for crissake. We haven't got next Monday budgeted.'
'Maybe they were just inept,' I said.
'Maybe,' she said. 'Way down below here, where we work, it really doesn't matter if they were inept or dishonest. We don't get money, people die.'
I looked at the bare plaster walls, the cheap metal desk and filing cabinet, the curtainless windows with a shirt cardboard neatly taped over a broken pane.
'How long you been doing this work?' I said.
