Gloria released the little doll she had held throughout the interview and let it fall back, out of sight, into her desk drawer. The doll was shaped into a vague female likeness. She didn't need it now. Her work was done. Mrs. Wladek was going to look for work, and that would adjust her to the world. She would be a functioning member of society now, and it would do her a lot of good. Rudi, too--Gloria considered Rudi. There was another doll in the drawer, a male, and after a few seconds she put her hand in the drawer and fished around until she had found it. She turned it slowly, feeling for the son, until at last she had made contact. There. He was talking with some friends; it would not be hard. She concentrated, and at the same time she heard him talking: "So look, here's the way I see it. We got the Cobras on our necks, we got to get rid of them, right?" Someone said: "Right, Rudi." "So if we start a little rumble, very quiet so the cops don't figure what's going on, then we--" A silence. Someone said: "What's wrong, Rudi?" "I don't know. Something. What am I doing just standing here?" And someone said: "What do you mean?" "I mean I ought to be out getting a job, man. Earning some bread for the old lady. Got to have money, got to have a job." Someone said: "Hey, Rudi. Wait. What's the hurry?" And Rudi had gone. Gloria dropped the doll and closed the drawer, and sat back, smiling gently. It was wonderful to be able to help people. It was just wonderful. _Find work. Find a job._ _Go to the employment agency._ _Start looking for work, right now._ _Get a job._ _It will be nice to have a steady job._ _Nice--_ Somehow, Mrs. Wladek fought off the voices in her mind. It was so easy to succumb to them and to drift into the terrible things they wanted. Mrs. Wladek did not want them at all. A job, indeed! But it took effort, all the same, to concentrate on herself instead of the work, the job, the employment agency. It took effort to sit down on a bench in the park, near the building where the case workers were, and plan out the next step. A witch, certainly. The girl was a witch and she had put a hex on Mrs. Wladek, and that hex had to be removed. How? Mrs. Wladek thought first of the old woman in the store. Certainly a gypsy woman would be able to take off a hex. Mrs. Wladek remembered gypsies from the old country, laughing people with the strange gift, witches themselves but always available for a price-- The gypsy woman. Mrs. Wladek stood up and began to walk toward the park's exit. She forced her legs to move, creaking, one step at a time, thinking to herself: _The gypsy woman, the gypsy woman, the gypsy woman_--and trying to ignore the voices in her head that went on and on: _It would be good to find a job._ _Go right away to the employment agency._ _Right away--_