Hick Has Company Being the Caretaker of the World

Hick had a phone call Wednesday evening. He said it was some guy wanting to know if Hick could get him a phone number for his friend.

"He had my name as an emergency contact for the apartments. He said he talks to his friend every day, and hasn't heard from him in two days now."

"So did you give it to him?"

"No. I told him it's in my desk at the apartments, and I'd get it for him in the morning when I go to town."

"Did you tell him to call the police to check on his friend? He could be hurt. How will his phone number help if he can't get him to answer?"

"No. I don't know where the guy lives. He's renting an apartment from me, but he don't move in until next week. His buddy wants the number of his old landlord. It's on my paperwork. He says he's going try and find that landlord."

A couple hours later, Hick got another call. It was the buddy, saying he had gotten ahold of the landlord, and that his friend was okay. That was nice of him to follow through. We were both relieved. The buddy seemed kind of like another Hick, looking out for people.