"Did you cry?" Cathy Weber asked.
Ben Parker stubbornly said, "No."
"You obviously cried."
"You can't even see. If I say I didn't, then I didn't."
"Henry." "Henry!"
The Kryptonian, called out by both of them at once, had no idea whose side to take, so he decided to play peacemaker. "Ben didn't cry. His eyes were just a little red."
"That means he cried." "My eyes are red because it was windy today."
The two coworkers bickered for a while before finally quieting down. Ben Parker spoke gravely. "Cathy, I asked around. What happened to you didn't occur on the job, so workers' compensation won't cover it."
"I know."
"Also, the fire department learned about your condition from the hospital doctor's report. So the dismissal process is underway. It might come through in the next few days."
"Even if the fire department doesn't dismiss me, I'm going to resign anyway. This was expected. In my current condition, there's no way I can keep working with you. I can't even do desk work."
"Maybe I can ask our coworkers to raise money for you..."
"Ben, don't do that." Cathy Weber reluctantly turned her head and "looked" at him. "I'm not some rich woman, but I do have some savings. Don't worry about how I'll live."
"Fine..." Ben Parker muttered. "Thanks to you, we're even more short-handed. We haven't brought in any new people, so our shifts have gotten longer. I finally met a nice girl, and I don't even have time to date her."
"Ben, don't give up that nice girl. She's a good person, and so are you. You deserve each other." Cathy Weber spoke like some old Gypsy fortune-teller, saying mystical nonsense.
Ben Parker was a little surprised. "How did you know that? Do you know her? No,