"So do I," I said, and shoved another bucket under the uncovered leak.
"The carpet's going to be ruined," Votania observed.
"They have a steam-cleaner."
"They're going to need it. I'm glad this is an apartment -- stuff like this is their responsibility, thank the gods."
"Do you think we should cancel the Yule party? The apartment's going to be thrashed."
I glared at her. "If it doesn't stop the US Postal Service, it's damn sure not going to stop us," I told her.
"Point. ...Are you sure you paged them?"
We waited for a very long time, dragging increasingly heavy buckets of water through inch-deep water in Votania's bathroom to dump them. Finally the phone rang. Votania barely heard it over the pouring water; I was singing "Flood" too loudly to hear it at all.