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Ｌｏｕｉｓ Ｄｕｍｋｏｗｓｋｉ ａｎｄ ｈｉｓ ｂｅｓｔ ｆｒｉｅｎｄ Ｃｌｅａｔｕｓ Ｗａｓｈｉｎｇｔｏｎ ｗｅｎｔ ｔｏ ｗｏｒｋ ｆｏｒ Ｖｉｎｃｅｎｔ "Ｖｉｎｎｉｅ ｔｈｅ Ｅｎｆｏｒｃｅｒ" Ｗｉｌｌｉａｍｓ ａｓ ａｓｓｉｓｔａｎｔｓ. Ｔｈｅ ｆｉｒｓｔ ｆｅｗ ｄａｙｓ ｏｎ ｔｈｅ ｊｏｂ ｗｅｒｅ ｕｎｅｖｅｎｔｆｕｌ ｅｘｃｅｐｔ ｆｏｒ ｔｈｅｉｒ ｖｉｓｉｔ ｔｏ Ａｂｅ Ｆｉｎｋｅｌｓｔｅｉｎ, ａｎ ｏｌｄ ｍａｎ ｗｈｏ ｌｉｖｅｄ ｏｖｅｒ ｈｉｓ ｊｅｗｅｌｒｙ ｓｈｏｐ ｏｎ Ｌｏｆｔｏｎ Ｓｔｒｅｅｔ. Ｌｏｕｉｓ ｋｎｏｃｋｅｄ ｏｎ ｔｈｅ ｄｏｏｒ. Ａｆｔｅｒ ｗｈａｔ ｓｅｅｍｅｄ ｌｉｋｅ ａｎ ｅｔｅｒｎｉｔｙ, ａ ｗｉｚｅｎｅｄ ｏｌｄ ｍａｎ ｗｉｔｈ ｊｕｓｔ ａ ｆｅｗ ｓｔｒａｎｄｓ ｏｆ ｇｒａｙ ｈａｉｒ ｏｎ ｔｈｅ ｂａｃｋ ｏｆ ｈｉｓ ｈｅａｄ, ａｎｄ ｌｉｖｅｒ ｓｐｏｔｓ ｏｎ ａｌｍｏｓｔ ｅｖｅｒｙ ｉｎｃｈ ｏｆ ｅｘｐｏｓｅｄ ｓｋｉｎ ｏｐｅｎｅｄ ｔｈｅ ｄｏｏｒ. "Ｙｅｓ," ｈｅ ｓａｉｄ ｉｎ ａ ｑｕａｖｅｒｉｎｇ ｖｏｉｃｅ. "Ｗｈａｔ ｃａｎ Ｉ ｄｏ ｆｏｒ ｙｏｕ? Ｔｈｅ ｓｔｏｒｅ ｉｓ ｃｌｏｓｅｄ ｎｏｗ, ｂｕｔ ｉｆ ｙｏｕ'ｒｅ ｒｅａｌｌｙ ａｎｘｉｏｕｓ, Ｉ ｓｕｐｐｏｓｅ Ｉ ｃｏｕｌｄ ｇｏ ｄｏｗｎｓｔａｉｒｓ." "Ｉ'ｍ ｎｏｔ ｈｅｒｅ ｔｏ ｂｕｙ ｊｅｗｅｌｒｙ," Ｌｏｕｉｓ ｓａｉｄ. "Ｖｉｎｎｉｅ ｓｅｎｔ ｕｓ ｔｏ ｃｏｌｌｅｃｔ ｔｈｉｓ ｗｅｅｋ'ｓ ｐａｙｍｅｎｔ ｏｎ ｙｏｕｒ ｌｏａｎ." "Ｏｙ!" Ｔｈｅ ｏｌｄ ｍａｎ ｓａｉｄ. "Ｓｏ, ｎｏｗ ｔｈａｔ ｇｏｎｉｆ ｉｓ ｓｅｎｄｉｎｇ ａ ｂｏｙｃｈｉｃｋ ｔｏ ｄｏ ｈｉｓ ｄｉｒｔｙ ｗｏｒｋ, ｅｈ? Ｗｅｌｌ, ｙｏｕ'ｒｅ ｇｏｎｎａ ｈａｖｅ ｔｏ ｔｅｌｌ Ｍｉｓｔｅｒ Ｖｉｎｎｉｅ ｔｈａｔ Ｉ ａｉｎ'ｔ ｇｏｔ ｉｔ ｔｈｉｓ ｗｅｅｋ." Ｊｕｓｔ ａｔ ｔｈａｔ ｍｏｍｅｎｔ, Ｃｌｅａｔｕｓ ｗａｌｋｅｄ ｉｎｔｏ ｖｉｅｗ, ａ ｆｒｏｗｎ ｃｒｅａｓｉｎｇ ｈｉｓ ｂｒｏｗｎ ｆａｃｅ. Ｔｈｅ ｏｌｄ ｍａｎ'ｓ ｆａｃｅ ｐａｌｅｄ ａｎｄ ｈｅ ｓｔｅｐｐｅｄ ｂａｃｋ. "Ｕｈ, ｗｅｌｌ, ｍａｙｂｅ Ｉ ｃａｎ ｃｏｍｅ ｕｐ ｗｉｔｈ ａ ｂｉｓｓｅｌ. Ｉ ｃａｎ ｌｏｏｋ ａｎｄ ｓｅｅ ｉｆ ｔｈｅｒｅ'ｓ ａ ｌｉｔｔｌｅ Ｉ ｃａｎ ｐａｙ, ｅｈ?" Ｈｅ ｓｃｕｒｒｉｅｄ ｂａｃｋ ｉｎｔｏ ｔｈｅ ｒｏｏｍ, ｌｏｏｋｉｎｇ ｏｖｅｒ ｈｉｓ ｓｈｏｕｌｄｅｒ ａｓ ｈｅ ｄｉｄ. Ｃｌｅａｔｕｓ'ｓ ｆｒｏｗｎ ｄｅｅｐｅｎｅｄ. Ｌｏｕｉｓ ｌｏｏｋｅｄ ｐｕｚｚｌｅｄ. "Ｗｈａｔ ｔｈｅ ｈｅｌｌ ｗａｓ ｔｈａｔ ａｌｌ ａｂｏｕｔ?" ｈｅ ａｓｋｅｄ Ｃｌｅａｔｕｓ. Ｈｉｓ ｆｒｉｅｎｄ'ｓ ｅｙｅｓ ｗｉｄｅｎｅｄ, ｔｈｅｎ ｈｅ ｓｍｉｌｅｄ. "Ｉ'ｌｌ ｔｅｌｌ ｙｏｕ ｌａｔｅｒ, Ｌｏｕｉｓ," ｈｅ ｓａｉｄ. "Ｌｅｔ'ｓ ｊｕｓｔ ｃｏｌｌｅｃｔ ａｎｄ ｇｅｔ ｏｕｔｔａ ｈｅｒｅ." Ｆｉｎｋｅｌｓｔｅｉｎ ｃａｍｅ ｂａｃｋ ｔｏ ｔｈｅ ｄｏｏｒ ｗｉｔｈ ａ ｈａｎｄｆｕｌ ｏｆ ｃｒｉｎｋｌｅｄ ｂｉｌｌｓ. Ｈｅ ｓｈｏｖｅｄ ｔｈｅｍ ｉｎｔｏ Ｌｏｕｉｓ'ｓ ｈａｎｄ. "Ｈｅｒｅ, ｂｕｂｂａｌａ, ｔｈｉｓ ｉｓ ａｌｌ Ｉ ｃａｎ ｓｐａｒｅ ｔｈｉｓ ｗｅｅｋ," ｈｅ ｓａｉｄ. "Ｉ'ｌｌ ｈａｖｅ ｔｈｅ ｒｅｓｔ ｎｅｘｔ ｗｅｅｋ." Ａｓ ｈｅ ｔａｌｋｅｄ, ｈｅ ｋｅｐｔ ｈｉｓ ｅｙｅｓ ｏｎ Ｃｌｅａｔｕｓ. Ｌｏｕｉｓ ｓｔａｒｔｅｄ ｃｏｕｎｔｉｎｇ ｔｈｅ ｍｏｎｅｙ, ｂｕｔ Ｃｌｅａｔｕｓ ｇｒａｂｂｅｄ ｈｉｓ ｈａｎｄ. "Ｔｈａｔ'ｓ ｏｋａｙ," ｈｅ ｓａｉｄ. "Ｉ'ｍ ｓｕｒｅ ｔｈａｔ'ｓ ｅｎｏｕｇｈ. Ｗｅ'ｌｌ ｂｅ ｂａｃｋ ｎｅｘｔ ｗｅｅｋ ｆｏｒ ｔｈｅ ｒｅｓｔ." Ｈｅ ｆｒｏｗｎｅｄ ａｔ Ｆｉｎｋｅｌｓｔｅｉｎ. "Ｙｏｕ ｗｉｌｌ ｈａｖｅ ｉｔ, ｒｉｇｈｔ?" "Ｏｈ ｙｅｓ, ｏｈ ｙｅｓ," ｔｈｅ ｏｌｄ ｍａｎ ｓａｉｄ. "Ｉ'ｌｌ ｈａｖｅ ｔｈｅ ｒｅｓｔ ｎｅｘｔ ｗｅｅｋ. Ｙｏｕ ｐｌｅａｓｅ ｔｅｌｌ Ｍｒ. Ｗｉｌｌｉａｍｓ ｔｈａｔ Ａｂｅ Ｆｉｎｋｅｌｓｔｅｉｎ ｐａｙｓ ｈｉｓ ｄｅｂｔｓ, ｏｋａｙ?" Ｃｌｅａｔｕｓ ｎｏｄｄｅｄ, ａｎｄ ｐｕｌｌｅｄ Ｌｏｕｉｓ ａｗａｙ ｆｒｏｍ ｔｈｅ ｄｏｏｒ. Ｆｉｎｋｅｌｓｔｅｉｎ ｓｌａｍｍｅｄ ｉｔ ａｎｄ ｔｈｅｙ ｈｅａｒｄ ｔｈｅ ｃｌｉｃｋ ｏｆ ｂｏｌｔｓ ｂｅｉｎｇ ｐｕｓｈｅｄ ｉｎｔｏ ｐｌａｃｅ. Ｂａｃｋ ｏｕｔｓｉｄｅ ｏｎ ｔｈｅ ｓｉｄｅｗａｌｋ, Ｌｏｕｉｓ ｔｕｒｎｅｄ ｔｏ Ｃｌｅａｔｕｓ. "Ｎｏｗ, ｙｏｕ ｗａｎｔａ ｔｅｌｌ ｍｅ ｗｈａｔ ｊｕｓｔ ｈａｐｐｅｎｅｄ?" "Ｌｏｕｉｓ," ｈｉｓ ｆｒｉｅｎｄ ｓａｉｄ. "Ｙｏｕ ｊｕｓｔ ａｉｎ'ｔ ｃｕｔ ｏｕｔ ｆｏｒ ｔｈｉｓ. Ｈｅｌｌ, ｙｏｕ ｄｏｎ'ｔ ｌｏｏｋ ｉｎｔｉｍｉｄａｔｉｎｇ ｏｒ ｎｏｔｈｉｎｇ. Ｔｈａｔ ｏｌｄ ｆａｒｔ ｗａｓ ｇｏｎｎａ ｃｏｎ ｙｏｕ ｉｎｔｏ ｎｏｔ ｃｏｌｌｅｃｔｉｎｇ. Ｂｕｔ, ｄｏｗｎ ｈｅｒｅ, ｆｏｌｋｓ ｓｅｅ ａ ｂｌａｃｋ ｆａｃｅ ａｎｄ ｉｔ ｓｃａｒｅｓ ｔｈｅ ｃｒａｐ ｏｕｔ ｏｆ ｔｈｅｍ. Ｈｅ ｆｉｇｕｒｅｄ Ｉ ｗａｓ ｓｏｍｅ ｈｅａｖｙ ｔｈａｔ Ｖｉｎｎｉｅ ｓｅｎｔ ｔｏ ｌｅａｎ ｏｎ ｈｉｍ." Ｈｅ ｃｈｕｃｋｌｅｄ. "Ｈｅｃｋ, ｔｈｉｓ ｉｓ ｇｏｎｎａ ｂｅ ａ ｒｅａｌ ｅａｓｙ ｗａｙ ｔｏ ｍａｋｅ ａ ｌｉｖｉｎｇ." Ｉｔ ｔｏｏｋ ａ ｗｈｉｌｅ ｆｏｒ ｔｈｉｓ ｉｎｆｏｒｍａｔｉｏｎ ｔｏ ｓｉｎｋ ｉｎｔｏ Ｌｏｕｉｓ'ｓ ｂｒａｉｎ, ｂｕｔ ｈｅ ｆｉｎａｌｌｙ ｇｏｔ ｉｔ. Ｔｈｅ ｔｗｏ ｏｆ ｔｈｅｍ ｌａｕｇｈｅｄ ａｌｌ ｔｈｅ ｗａｙ ｂａｃｋ ｔｏ ｔｈｅ ｐｏｏｌ ｈａｌｌ. Ｍｏｒｅ ｉｍｐｏｒｔａｎｔｌｙ ｔｈａｎ ｔｈｅ ｆａｃｔ ｔｈａｔ ｔｈｅｙ ｆｏｕｎｄ ｔｈｅ ｗｏｒｋ ｅａｓｙ ａｎｄ ｔｈｅ ｈｏｕｒｓ ａｃｃｏｍｍｏｄａｔｉｎｇ, Ｖｉｎｎｉｅ ｗａｓ ｐｌｅａｓｅｄ. Ｓｏ ｐｌｅａｓｅｄ, ｉｎ ｆａｃｔ, ｔｈａｔ ｅｖｅｒｙ ｃｏｕｐｌｅ ｏｆ ｄａｙｓ ｈｅ'ｄ ｓｅｎｄ ｔｈｅｍ ｏｎ ａ ｓｔｏｒｅ ｒｕｎ ａｎｄ ｇｉｖｅ ｔｈｅｍ ａ ｈｕｎｄｒｅｄ ｄｏｌｌａｒ ｂｉｌｌ ｗｉｔｈ ｉｎｓｔｒｕｃｔｉｏｎｓ ｔｏ ｋｅｅｐ ａｎｙ ｃｈａｎｇｅ ｆｒｏｍ ｔｈｅｉｒ ｐｕｒｃｈａｓｅｓ. Ｙｅｓ, ｌｉｆｅ ｗａｓ ｓｗｅｅｔ ｆｏｒ Ｌｏｕｉｓ ａｎｄ Ｃｌｅａｔｕｓ. Ｏｎｅ ｄａｙ, ａｂｏｕｔ ｔｈｒｅｅ ｗｅｅｋｓ ｉｎｔｏ ｔｈｅｉｒ ｊｏｂｓ, Ｖｉｎｎｉｅ ｃａｌｌｅｄ ｔｈｅｍ ｉｎｔｏ ｈｉｓ ｏｆｆｉｃｅ. "Ｓｉｔ ｄｏｗｎ, ｇｕｙｓ," ｈｅ ｓａｉｄ. Ｈｅ ｐｏｕｒｅｄ ｔｗｏ ｆｉｎｇｅｒｓ ｏｆ Ｊａｃｋ Ｄａｎｉｅｌｓ ｉｎｔｏ ｔｈｒｅｅ ｇｌａｓｓｅｓ, ａｎｄ ｓｈｏｖｅｄ ｔｗｏ ｔｏｗａｒｄ ｔｈｅｍ. Ａｆｔｅｒ ｔａｋｉｎｇ ａ ｓｉｐ ｆｒｏｍ ｈｉｓ ｏｗｎ ｇｌａｓｓ, ｈｅ ｌｅａｎｅｄ ｂａｃｋ ｉｎ ｈｉｓ ｃｈａｉｒ. "Ｙｏｕ ｄｕｄｅｓ ｂｅｅｎ ｄｏｉｎｇ ａ ｇｏｏｄ ｊｏｂ. Ｉ ｆｉｇｕｒｅ ｉｔ'ｓ ｔｉｍｅ ｙｏｕ ｍｏｖｅｄ ｕｐ ａ ｂｉｔ. Ｉ ｂｅｅｎ ｇｉｖｉｎｇ ｙｏｕ ｔｈｅ ｅａｓｙ ｍａｒｋｓ ｆｏｒ ｃｏｌｌｅｃｔｉｏｎ. Ｉ ｇｏｔ ｏｎｅ ｃｕｓｔｏｍｅｒ, ｔｈｏｕｇｈ, ｔｈａｔ'ｓ ｔｏｕｇｈ ｔｏ ｃｏｌｌｅｃｔ ｆｒｏｍ. Ｉ'ｍ ｇｏｎｎａ ｓｅｎｄ ｙｏｕ ｔｗｏ ｏｖｅｒ ｔｏ ｄｏ ｉｔ." Ｌｏｕｉｓ ｎｏｄｄｅｄ ａｓ ｈｅ ｓｉｐｐｅｄ ｔｈｅ ｆｉｅｒｙ ｌｉｑｕｏｒ, ｗｈｉｃｈ ｉｍｍｅｄｉａｔｅｌｙ ｍａｄｅ ｈｉｍ ｃｏｕｇｈ. Ｃｌｅａｔｕｓ ｌｅｆｔ ｈｉｓ ｇｌａｓｓ ｕｎｔｏｕｃｈｅｄ. "Ｈｏｗ ｔｏｕｇｈ ｉｓ ｔｈｉｓ ｃｕｓｔｏｍｅｒ?" ｈｅ ａｓｋｅｄ. "Ｏｈ, ｉｔ ａｉｎ'ｔ ｎｏｔｈｉｎ' ｌｉｋｅ ｔｈａｔ," Ｖｉｎｎｉｅ ｓａｉｄ. "Ｓｈｅ'ｓ ｊｕｓｔ ａ ｓｔｕｂｂｏｒｎ ｏｌｄ ｂｒｏａｄ ｗｈａｔ ｄｏｎ'ｔ ｌｉｋｅ ｔｏ ｂｅ ｔｏｌｄ ｗｈａｔ ｔｏ ｄｏ ａｎｄ ｗｈｅｎ ｔｏ ｄｏ ｉｔ. Ｓｈｅ ｂｏｒｒｏｗｓ ｆｒｏｍ ｍｅ ａｎｄ ｔｈｅｎ ｄｏｎ'ｔ ｗａｎｔ ｔｏ ｐａｙ ｏｎ ｓｃｈｅｄｕｌｅ." "Ｓｏ, ｗｅ ｄｏｎ'ｔ ｈａｖｅ ｔｏ ｄｏ ａｎｙ ｒｏｕｇｈ ｓｔｕｆｆ?" "Ｎａｗ," Ｖｉｎｎｉｅ ｓａｉｄ. "Ｎｏｔｈｉｎ' ｌｉｋｅ ｔｈａｔ. Ｓｈｅ'ｓ ｊｕｓｔ ｌｉｋｅｌｙ ｔｏ ｔａｌｋ ｙｏｕｒ ｈｅａｄｓ ｏｆｆ." Ｗｉｔｈ ｔｈａｔ ａｓｓｕｒａｎｃｅ, Ｃｌｅａｔｕｓ ｐｉｃｋｅｄ ｕｐ ｈｉｓ ｇｌａｓｓ ａｎｄ ｄｏｗｎｅｄ ｔｈｅ ｗｈｉｓｋｅｙ ｉｎ ｏｎｅ ｓｗａｌｌｏｗ. Ｖｉｎｎｉｅ ｓｍｉｌｅｄ ａｎｄ ｇａｖｅ ｈｉｍ ａ ｃｏｎｓｐｉｒａｔｏｒｉａｌ ｎｏｄ. Ｌｏｕｉｓ ｔｒｉｅｄ ｔｏ ｃｏｐｙ ｈｉｓ ｆｒｉｅｎｄ, ａｎｄ ｅｒｕｐｔｅｄ ｉｎ ａｎ ｅｘｐｌｏｓｉｏｎ ｏｆ ｃｏｕｇｈｉｎｇ. Ｃｌｅａｔｕｓ ｐａｔｔｅｄ ｈｉｍ ｏｎ ｔｈｅ ｂａｃｋ, ａｎｄ ｓｍｉｌｅｄ ｏｖｅｒ ｈｉｓ ｈｅａｄ ａｔ Ｖｉｎｎｉｅ, ｗｈｏ ｇａｖｅ ｈｉｍ ａ ｗｉｎｋ ａｎｄ ａ ｓｍｉｌｅ. Ｗｈｅｎ Ｌｏｕｉｓ ｈａｄ ｒｅｃｏｖｅｒｅｄ ｆｒｏｍ ｔｈｅ ｅｆｆｅｃｔｓ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ Ｊａｃｋ Ｄａｎｉｅｌｓ, ｔｈｅ ｔｗｏ ｏｆ ｔｈｅｍ ｗｅｎｔ ｏｕｔ ａｎｄ ｇｒａｂｂｅｄ ａ ｃｒｏｓｓ ｔｏｗｎ ｂｕｓ ｈｅａｄｉｎｇ ｆｏｒ ｔｈｅ ａｐａｒｔｍｅｎｔ ｂｕｉｌｄｉｎｇ ｉｎ ｗｈｉｃｈ ｌｉｖｅｄ ｏｎｅ Ｄｅｌｌａ Ｍａｅ Ｃａｒｒｉｎｇｔｏｎ, ｗｈｏ ｏｗｅｄ ｆｉｖｅ ｈｕｎｄｒｅｄ ｄｏｌｌａｒｓ ｉｎ ｂａｃｋ ｉｎｔｅｒｅｓｔ ａｃｃｏｒｄｉｎｇ ｔｏ ｔｈｅ ｎｏｔｅ Ｖｉｎｎｉｅ ｈａｄ ｇｉｖｅｎ ｔｈｅｍ. Ｃａｒｒｉｎｇｔｏｎ'ｓ ａｐａｒｔｍｅｎｔ ｗａｓ ｉｎ ａ ｒｕｎｄｏｗｎ ｂｕｉｌｄｉｎｇ ｉｎ ａ ｒｕｎｄｏｗｎ ｐａｒｔ ｏｆ ｔｏｗｎ. Ｔｈｅ ｓｉｄｅｗａｌｋｓ ｗｅｒｅ ｌｉｔｔｅｒｅｄ ｗｉｔｈ ｓｃｒａｐｓ ｏｆ ｐａｐｅｒ ａｎｄ ｅｍｐｔｙ ｂｏｔｔｌｅｓ ａｎｄ ｃａｎｓ. Ａ ｄｒｕｎｋ ｓａｔ ｈｕｄｄｌｅｄ ｏｎ ｔｈｅ ｆｒｏｎｔ ｓｔｅｐｓ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ ｂｕｉｌｄｉｎｇ. Ｈｅ ｐａｉｄ Ｌｏｕｉｓ ａｎｄ Ｃｌｅａｔｕｓ ｎｏ ａｔｔｅｎｔｉｏｎ ａｓ ｔｈｅｙ ｓｔｅｐｐｅｄ ｏｖｅｒ ｈｉｍ ｔｏ ｅｎｔｅｒ ｔｈｅ ｆｏｙｅｒ. Ａ ｂａｎｋ ｏｆ ｍａｉｌｂｏｘｅｓ ｆｉｌｌｅｄ ｏｎｅ ｗａｌｌ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ ｆｏｙｅｒ. Ｏｎ ｔｈｅ ｏｐｐｏｓｉｔｅ ｗａｌｌ ｗａｓ ａ ｐａｎｅｌ ｗｉｔｈ ｃａｌｌ ｂｕｔｔｏｎｓ ｆｏｒ ｔｈｅ ｆｏｕｒ ｆｌｏｏｒｓ ｏｆ ａｐａｒｔｍｅｎｔ ｕｎｉｔｓ. Ｃａｒｒｉｎｇｔｏｎ ｗａｓ ｉｎ 4Ｂ. Ｃｌｅａｔｕｓ ｐｕｎｃｈｅｄ ｔｈｅ ｂｕｔｔｏｎ. Ａｆｔｅｒ ａ ｆｅｗ ｍｉｎｕｔｅｓ, ａ ｔｉｎｎｙ ｖｏｉｃｅ ｃａｍｅ ｆｒｏｍ ｔｈｅ ｓｐｅａｋｅｒ. "Ｙｅａｈ, ｗｈａｔ ｙｏｕ ｗａｎｔ?" "Ｉｓ ｔｈｉｓ Ｍｒｓ. Ｄｅｌｌａ Ｍａｅ Ｃａｒｒｉｎｇｔｏｎ?" Ｃｌｅａｔｕｓ ａｓｋｅｄ. "Ｗｈｏ ｗａｎｔｓ ｔｏ ｋｎｏｗ?" Ｔｈｅ ｔｉｎｎｙ ｖｏｉｃｅ ａｓｋｅｄ. "Ｍａ'ａｍ, ｗｅ ｒｅｐｒｅｓｅｎｔ Ｖｉｎｎｉｅ Ｗｉｌｌｉａｍｓ," ｈｅ ｓａｉｄ. "Ｗｅ'ｒｅ ｈｅｒｅ ｔｏ ｃｏｌｌｅｃｔ ｔｈｉｓ ｗｅｅｋ." "Ｉ ａｉｎ'ｔ ｇｏｔ ｎｏ ｍｏｎｅｙ ｔｈｉｓ ｗｅｅｋ, ｇｏ 'ｗａｙ." Ｔｈｅｒｅ ｗａｓ ａ ｄｅｆｉｎｉｔｅ ｃｌｉｃｋ. "Ｓｈｕｃｋ," Ｌｏｕｉｓ ｓａｉｄ. "Ｈｏｗ ｗｅ ｇｏｎｎａ ｃｏｌｌｅｃｔ ｉｆ ｓｈｅ ｄｏｎ'ｔ ｌｅｔ ｕｓ ｉｎ?" Ｃｌｅａｔｕｓ ｓｃｒａｔｃｈｅｄ ｈｉｓ ｈｅａｄ; ｔｈｅｎ ｓｎａｐｐｅｄ ｈｉｓ ｆｉｎｇｅｒｓ. "Ｍｏｒｅ ｔｈａｎ ｏｎｅ ｗａｙ ｔｏ ｇｅｔ ｉｎ," ｈｅ ｓａｉｄ. Ｈｅ ｐｕｓｈｅｄ ｔｈｅ ｂｕｔｔｏｎ ｆｏｒ 4Ａ. "Ｊｅｓｓ, ｗｈｏ ｉｓ ｉｔ?" Ａ ｗｏｍａｎ'ｓ ｔｉｎｎｙ ｖｏｉｃｅ ｗｉｔｈ ａ Ｓｐａｎｉｓｈ ａｃｃｅｎｔ ａｓｋｅｄ. "Ｅｘｃｕｓｅ ｍｅ, ｍａ'ａｍ," Ｃｌｅａｔｕｓ ｓａｉｄ. "Ｉ ｈａｖｅ ａ ｐａｃｋａｇｅ ｆｏｒ ｔｈｅ ｒｅｓｉｄｅｎｔ ｉｎ 4Ａ ｔｈａｔ ｈａｓ ｔｏ ｂｅ ｓｉｇｎｅｄ ｆｏｒ." "Ｗｈａｔ ｋｉｎｄ ｏｆ ｐａｃｋａｇｅ ｅｅｓ ｅｅｔ?" "Ｉ ｄｏｎ'ｔ ｋｎｏｗ ｍａ'ａｍ," ｈｅ ｓａｉｄ. "Ｔｈｅ ｃｏｍｐａｎｙ ｄｉｄｎ'ｔ ｔｅｌｌ ｍｅ. Ｂｕｔ, ｉｔ ｌｏｏｋｓ ｌｉｋｅ ｉｔ ｍｉｇｈｔ ｂｅ ａｎ ｅｎｖｅｌｏｐｅ ｗｉｔｈ ａ ｃｈｅｃｋ ｉｎ ｉｔ." Ｔｈｅｒｅ ｗａｓ ａ ｍｅｔａｌｌｉｃ ｃｌｉｃｋ. "Ｏｋａｙ, ｃｏｍｅ ｏｎ ｕｐ," ｔｈｅ ｖｏｉｃｅ ｓａｉｄ. Ｃｌｅａｔｕｓ ｓｍｉｌｅｄ ａｔ Ｌｏｕｉｓ ａｓ ｔｈｅｙ ｒｕｓｈｅｄ ｆｏｒ ｔｈｅ ｄｏｏｒ ｉｎｔｏ ｔｈｅ ｅｌｅｖａｔｏｒ ｌｏｂｂｙ. Ｔｈｅｙ ｂｏａｒｄｅｄ ｔｈｅ ｅｌｅｖａｔｏｒ ａｎｄ ｐｕｓｈｅｄ ｔｈｅ ｂｕｔｔｏｎ ｆｏｒ ｔｈｅ ｆｏｕｒｔｈ ｆｌｏｏｒ. "Ａｉｎ'ｔ ｔｈｅ ｌａｄｙ ｉｎ 4Ａ ｇｏｎｎａ ｂｅ ｐｉｓｓｅｄ ｗｈｅｎ ｙｏｕ ｄｏｎ'ｔ ｄｅｌｉｖｅｒ ｈｅｒ ｍｏｎｅｙ?" Ｌｏｕｉｓ ａｓｋｅｄ. "Ｎａｗ," Ｃｌｅａｔｕｓ ｓａｉｄ. "Ｉ'ｌｌ ｊｕｓｔ ｋｎｏｃｋ ｏｎ ｈｅｒ ｄｏｏｒ ａｎｄ ｓａｙ Ｉ ｍａｄｅ ａ ｍｉｓｔａｋｅ. Ｔｈｉｓ ｉｓ ｔｈｅ ｗｒｏｎｇ ｂｕｉｌｄｉｎｇ, ｏｒ ｓｏｍｅｔｈｉｎｇ. Ｉ'ｌｌ ａｐｏｌｏｇｉｚｅ ｆｏｒ ｂｏｔｈｅｒｉｎｇ ｈｅｒ, ａｎｄ ｔｈｅｎ ｗｅ ｃａｎ ｔｒｙ ｔｏ ｇｅｔ ｉｎ ｔｏ ｓｅｅ ｏｌｄ ｌａｄｙ Ｃａｒｒｉｎｇｔｏｎ." "Ｇｏｓｈ, Ｃｌｅａｔｕｓ, ｗｈｅｒｅ ｉｎ ｈｅｃｋ ｄｉｄ ｙｏｕ ｌｅａｒｎ ｔｈｉｓ ｋｉｎｄ ｏｆ ｓｔｕｆｆ?" "Ｊｕｓｔ ｐｉｃｋｅｄ ｉｔ ｕｐ ｈｅｒｅ ａｎｄ ｔｈｅｒｅ," ｈｅ ｓａｉｄ. "Ｙｏｕ ｌｅａｒｎ ａｌｌ ｋｉｎｄｓ ｏｆ ｔｒｉｃｋｓ ｉｎ ｍｙ ｎｅｉｇｈｂｏｒｈｏｏｄ." Ｔｈｅ ｏｃｃｕｐａｎｔ ｏｆ 4Ａ, ａ ｔｉｎｙ Ｐｏｒｔｏ Ｒｉｃａｎ ｗｏｍａｎ ｗｈｏ ｗｏｒｅ ｈｅｒ ｈａｉｒ ｉｎ ａ ｔｉｇｈｔ ｂｕｎ, ｗａｓ ｄｉｓａｐｐｏｉｎｔｅｄ, ｂｕｔ ａｃｃｅｐｔｅｄ Ｃｌｅａｔｕｓ'ｓ ａｐｏｌｏｇｙ ｗｉｔｈ ａ ｓｍｉｌｅ. Ｗｈｅｎ ｓｈｅ'ｄ ｃｌｏｓｅｄ ｈｅｒ ｄｏｏｒ, ｔｈｅｙ ｗａｌｋｅｄ ｏｖｅｒ ｔｏ 4Ｂ. Ｃｌｅａｔｕｓ ｒａｐｐｅｄ ｏｎ ｔｈｅ ｄｏｏｒ. "Ｗｈｏ ｉｓ ｉｔ?" ａ ｍｕｆｆｌｅｄ ｖｏｉｃｅ ａｓｋｅｄ. "Ｐｏｓｔｍａｎ," Ｃｌｅａｔｕｓ ｓａｉｄ. "Ｉ ｈａｖｅ ａ ｓｐｅｃｉａｌ ｄｅｌｉｖｅｒｙ ｐａｃｋａｇｅ ｆｏｒ Ｍｒｓ. Ｄｅｌｌａ Ｍａｅ Ｃａｒｒｉｎｇｔｏｎ." "Ｗｈｏ ｂｅ ｓｅｎｄｉｎｇ ｍｅ ａ ｐａｃｋａｇｅ?" "Ｔｈｅ ｒｅｔｕｒｎ ａｄｄｒｅｓｓ ｉｓ ｓｍｕｄｇｅｄ, ｍａ'ａｍ," ｈｅ ｓａｉｄ. "Ｉ ｃａｎ'ｔ ｒｅａｄ ｉｔ." "Ｗｅｌｌ, ｊｕｓｔ ｐｕｓｈ ｉｔ ｕｎｄｅｒ ｔｈｅ ｄｏｏｒ." "Ｉｔ'ｓ ｔｏｏ ｔｈｉｃｋ ｆｏｒ ｔｈａｔ," ｈｅ ｓａｉｄ. "Ｂｅｓｉｄｅｓ, Ｉ ｎｅｅｄ ｙｏｕｒ ｓｉｇｎａｔｕｒｅ." Ｔｈｅｒｅ ｗａｓ ａ ｃｌｉｃｋｉｎｇ ｓｏｕｎｄ, ａｎｄ ｔｈｅ ｒａｔｔｌｅ ｏｆ ｓｅｃｕｒｉｔｙ ｃｈａｉｎｓ. Ｔｈｅ ｄｏｏｒ ｏｐｅｎｅｄ ａ ｃｒａｃｋ. Ａ ｇｒａｙ ｅｙｅ ｉｎ ａ ｗｒｉｎｋｌｅｄ ｂｒｏｗｎ ｆａｃｅ ｐｅｅｒｅｄ ｔｈｒｏｕｇｈ ｔｈｅ ｃｒａｃｋ. Ｃｌｅａｔｕｓ ｓｍｉｌｅｄ ａｔ ｔｈｅ ｈａｌｆ ｆａｃｅ. Ａｆｔｅｒ ａ ｆｅｗ ｍｏｍｅｎｔｓ, ａｎｄ ｍｏｒｅ ｒａｔｔｌｉｎｇ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ ｓｅｃｕｒｉｔｙ ｃｈａｉｎｓ, ｔｈｅ ｄｏｏｒ ｗａｓ ｏｐｅｎｅｄ. "Ｗｈｅｒｅ'ｓ ｍｙ ｐａｃｋａｇｅ?" Ｔｈｅ ｏｌｄ ｗｏｍａｎ ａｓｋｅｄ. Ｓｈｅ ｗａｓ ｊｕｓｔ ａ ｓｈａｄｅ ｏｖｅｒ ｆｏｕｒ ｆｅｅｔ ｔａｌｌ, ａｎｄ ｈｅｒ ｅｍａｃｉａｔｅｄ ｆｒａｍｅ ｗａｓ ｃｏｖｅｒｅｄ ｉｎ ａ ｍｕｌｔｉ-ｃｏｌｏｒｅｄ ｓｈａｗｌ. Ｈｅｒ ｂｏｎｙ ｌｅｇｓ ｅｎｄｅｄ ｉｎ ｆｅｅｔ ｔｈａｔ ｗｅｒｅ ｌａｒｇｅ ｅｎｏｕｇｈ ｆｏｒ ａ ｐｅｒｓｏｎ ｔｈｒｅｅ ｔｉｍｅｓ ｈｅｒ ｓｉｚｅ ａｎｄ ｓｈｏｄ ｉｎ ａ ｐａｉｒ ｏｆ ｆａｄｅｄ ｐｉｎｋ ｂａｔｈｒｏｏｍ ｓｌｉｐｐｅｒｓ. Ｃｌｅａｔｕｓ ｓｑｕｅｅｚｅｄ ｐａｓｔ ｈｅｒ ｉｎｔｏ ｔｈｅ ｒｏｏｍ, ｆｏｌｌｏｗｅｄ ｃｌｏｓｅｌｙ ｂｙ Ｌｏｕｉｓ. Ｔｈｅ ｏｌｄ ｗｏｍａｎ ｃｌｕｔｃｈｅｄ ｔｈｅ ｓｈａｗｌ ｔｏ ｈｅｒ ｓｈｒｕｎｋｅｎ ｂｒｅａｓｔｓ ａｎｄ ｂａｃｋｅｄ ａｗａｙ ｆｒｏｍ ｔｈｅｍ. "Ｉ'ｍ ｓｏｒｒｙ, Ｍｒｓ. Ｃａｒｒｉｎｇｔｏｎ," Ｃｌｅａｔｕｓ ｓａｉｄ. "Ｗｅ ａｉｎ'ｔ ｗｉｔｈ ｔｈｅ ｐｏｓｔ ｏｆｆｉｃｅ. Ｗｅ'ｒｅ ｈｅｒｅ ｔｏ ｃｏｌｌｅｃｔ ｗｈａｔ ｙｏｕ ｏｗｅ." Ｈｅｒ ｇｒａｙ ｅｙｅｓ, ｏｖｅｒｌｙ ｌａｒｇｅ ｉｎ ｈｅｒ ｔｈｉｎ ｆａｃｅ, ｄａｒｔｅｄ ｆｒｏｍ Ｃｌｅａｔｕｓ ｔｏ Ｌｏｕｉｓ. "Ｓｈｏｏｔ, Ｉ ｄｏｎ'ｔ ｂｅｌｉｅｖｅ Ｉ ｌｅｔ ｙｏｕ ｆｏｏｌ ｍｅ ｌｉｋｅ ｔｈａｔ," ｓｈｅ ｓａｉｄ. "Ｆｉｒｓｔ ｏｆｆ Ｉ ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔ ｙｏｕ ｔｗｏ ｍｉｇｈｔ ｂｅ ｒｏｂｂｅｒｓ, ｂｕｔ ｔｕｒｎｓ ｏｕｔ ｙｏｕ ｗｏｒｓｅ. Ｉ ａｉｎ'ｔ ｇｏｔ ｎｏ ｍｏｎｅｙ ｔｏ ｐａｙ ｔｈｉｓ ｗｅｅｋ, ｓｏ ｙｏｕ ｍｉｇｈｔ'ｓ ｗｅｌｌ ｊｕｓｔ ｇｅｔ ｏｎ ｏｕｔｔａ ｈｅｒｅ." Ｃｌｅａｔｕｓ ｐｕｔ ｏｎ ｈｉｓ ｍｏｓｔ ｉｎｔｉｍｉｄａｔｉｎｇ ｆｒｏｗｎ. "Ｎｏｗ ｌｏｏｋ," ｈｅ ｓａｉｄ. "Ｙｏｕ ｂｅｈｉｎｄ ｍｏｒｅ ｔｈａｎ ａ ｍｏｎｔｈ ｏｎ ｙｏｕｒ ｐａｙｍｅｎｔｓ. Ｙｏｕ ｇｏｔｔａ ｐａｙ ｓｏｍｅｔｈｉｎｇ." Ｓｈｅ ｌｏｏｋｅｄ ａｔ ｈｉｍ, ｂｌｏｗｉｎｇ ａｉｒ ｔｈｒｏｕｇｈ ｈｅｒ ｔｈｉｎ ｎｏｓｅ. "Ｗｈａｔ ｙｏｕ ｔａｌｋｉｎ' 'ｂｏｕｔ? Ｙｏｕ ｇｏｔ ｓｏｍｅ ｎｅｒｖｅ! Ｙｏｕ ｆｏｏｌ ｙｏｕｒ ｗａｙ ｉｎｔｏ ｍｙ ｈｏｕｓｅ, ａｎｄ ｔｈｅｎ ｙｏｕ ｔｅｌｌ ｍｅ ｗｈａｔ Ｉ ｇｏｔｔａ ｄｏ! Ｙｏｕ ｌｉｓｔｅｎ ｔｏ ｍｅ, ｂｏｙ; ｄｏｎ'ｔ ｎｏｂｏｄｙ ｔｅｌｌ ｍｅ ｗｈａｔ ｔｏ ｄｏ." "Ｉ ａｉｎ'ｔ ｔｒｙｉｎ' ｔｏ ｔｅｌｌ ｙｏｕ ｗｈａｔ ｔｏ ｄｏ," Ｃｌｅａｔｕｓ ｐｒｏｔｅｓｔｅｄ. "Ｂｕｔ, Ｍｒｓ. Ｃａｒｒｉｎｇｔｏｎ, ｗｈｅｎ ｙｏｕ ｏｗｅ ｍｏｎｅｙ ｙｏｕ ｇｏｔｓ ｔｏ ｐａｙ." "Ｄｏ Ｉ ｌｏｏｋ ｌｉｋｅ ａ ｆｏｏｌ? Ｉ ｋｎｏｗ ｔｈａｔ," ｓｈｅ ｓａｉｄ. "Ａｎｄ, ｙｏｕ ｑｕｉｔ ｃａｌｌｉｎｇ ｍｅ Ｍｒｓ. Ｃａｒｒｉｎｇｔｏｎ. Ｄｏ ｙｏｕ ｓｅｅ ａ ｍａｎ 'ｒｏｕｎｄ ｕｐ ｉｎ ｈｅｒｅ? Ｉｔ'ｓ Ｍｉｚ Ｃａｒｒｉｎｇｔｏｎ, ａｎｄ ｄｏｎ'ｔ ｙｏｕｒ ｆｏｒｇｅｔ ｉｔ. Ｉｆ Ｉ ｈａｄ ｍｅ ａ ｈｕｓｂａｎｄ, ｙｏｕ ｗｏｕｌｄｎ'ｔ ｂｅ ｓｔａｎｄｉｎ' ｔｈｅｒｅ ｔｒｙｉｎ' ｔｏ ｔａｋｅ ｍｙ ｍｏｎｅｙ." "Ｙｅｓ, ｍａ'ａｍ, Ｉ'ｍ ｓｏｒｒｙ Ｍｓ. Ｃａｒｒｉｎｇｔｏｎ. Ｉ'ｍ ｎｏｔ ｔｒｙｉｎ' ｔｏ ｔａｋｅ ｙｏｕｒ ｍｏｎｅｙ. Ｔｈａｔ'ｓ ｍｏｎｅｙ ｙｏｕ ｏｗｅ, ａｎｄ ｙｏｕ ｇｏｔ ｔｏ ｐａｙ." "Ｂｏｙ, ｙｏｕ ｇｏｔ ｗａｘ ｉｎ ｙｏｕｒ ｅａｒｓ? Ｉ ｄｏｎｅ ｔｏｌｄ ｙｏｕ Ｉ ａｉｎ'ｔ ｇｏｔ ｎｏ ｍｏｎｅｙ ｔｏ ｐａｙ. Ｎｏｗ, ｙｏｕ ｊｕｓｔ ｇｅｔ ｔｈｅ ｔｗｏ ｏｆ ｙｏｕ; ｙｏｕ ａｎｄ ｙｏｕｒ ｌｉｔｔｌｅ ｗｈｉｔｅ ｆｒｉｅｎｄ ｈｅｒｅ; ｏｎ ｏｕｔｔａ ｈｅｒｅ 'ｆｏｒｅ Ｉ ｃａｌｌｓ ｔｈｅ ｐｏｌｉｃｅ." "Ｔｈｅｒｅ ａｉｎ'ｔ ｎｏ ｎｅｅｄ ｔｏ ｂｅ ｌｉｋｅ ｔｈａｔ," Ｃｌｅａｔｕｓ ｓａｉｄ. "Ｗｅ ｊｕｓｔ ｔｒｙｉｎ' ｔｏ ｄｏ ａ ｊｏｂ." "Ｗｈａｔ ｋｉｎｄ ｏｆ ｊｏｂ ｔｈａｔ? Ｙｏｕ, ａ ｄｅｃｅｎｔ ｂｌａｃｋ ｂｏｙ ｗｏｒｋｉｎｇ ｗｉｔ' ｔｈａｔ ｗｈｉｔｅ ｍａｎ ｔｏ ｖｉｃｔｉｍｉｚｅ ａ ｐｏｏｒ ｏｌｄ ｃｏｌｏｒｅｄ ｗｏｍａｎ?" Ｎｏｗ, Ｌｏｕｉｓ ｗａｓ ｎｏｔ ｍａｊｏｒ ｉｎｔｅｌｌｅｃｔ, ａｎｄ ｈｅ ｃｅｒｔａｉｎｌｙ ｄｉｄｎ'ｔ ｈａｖｅ ｔｈｅ ｓｔｒｅｅｔ ｓｍａｒｔｓ ｏｆ ｈｉｓ ｆｒｉｅｎｄ, ｂｕｔ ｈｅ ｈａｄ ａ ｃｅｒｔａｉｎ ｔａｌｅｎｔ ｉｎ ｄｅａｌｉｎｇ ｗｉｔｈ ｐｅｏｐｌｅ. Ｈｅ ｒｅｃｏｇｎｉｚｅｄ ｔｈａｔ Ｃｌｅａｔｕｓ ｈａｄ ｍｅｔ ｈｉｓ ｍａｔｃｈ. Ｔｈｅｙ ｃｏｕｌｄ ｓｔａｎｄ ｉｎ Ｄｅｌｌａ Ｍａｅ Ｃａｒｒｉｎｇｔｏｎ'ｓ ｔｉｎｙ, ｂｕｔ ｎｅａｔ ａｐａｒｔｍｅｎｔ ｆｏｒ ｔｈｅ ｒｅｓｔ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ ｗｅｅｋ ｔｒｙｉｎｇ ｔｏ ｒｅａｓｏｎ ｗｉｔｈ ｈｅｒ, ａｎｄ ｓｈｅ ｗｏｕｌｄｎ'ｔ ｂｕｄｇｅ. Ｈｅ ｐｕｓｈｅｄ ｐａｓｔ Ｃｌｅａｔｕｓ. "Ｍ-ｍａ'ａｍ," ｈｅ ｓａｉｄ, ｈｉｓ ｌｉｐｓ ｑｕｉｖｅｒｉｎｇ. "Ｗｅ ｃｅｒｔａｉｎｌｙ ａｉｎ'ｔ ｔｒｙｉｎ' ｔｏ ｐｕｓｈ ｙｏｕ 'ｒｏｕｎｄ, ｏｒ ｖｉｃｔｉｍｉｚｅ ｙｏｕ ｏｒ ｎｏｔｈｉｎ'. Ｂｕｔ, ｙｏｕ ｓｅｅ, ｉｔ'ｓ ｌｉｋｅ ｔｈｉｓ. Ｍｅ ａｎｄ Ｃｌｅａｔｕｓ ｉｓ ｉｎ ｔｏ Ｖｉｎｎｉｅ ｔｏｏ, ａｎｄ ｔｈｉｓ ｉｓ ｈｏｗ ｗｅ ｇｏｔ ｔｏ ｗｏｒｋ ｉｔ ｏｆｆ. Ｉｆ ｗｅ ｄｏｎ'ｔ ｃｏｌｌｅｃｔ ａ ｌｉｔｔｌｅ ｓｏｍｅｔｈｉｎ' ｆｒｏｍ ｙｏｕ ｈｅ ｇｏｎｎａ ｄｏ ｓｏｍｅｔｈｉｎ' ｂａｄ ｔｏ ｕｓ." Ａ ｓｍａｌｌ ｔｅａｒ ｆｏｒｍｅｄ ｉｎ ｔｈｅ ｃｏｒｎｅｒ ｏｆ ｈｉｓ ｌｅｆｔ ｅｙｅ. Ｈｅ ｈａｄ ｔｈｅ ａｂｉｌｉｔｙ ｔｏ ｔｅａｒ ｕｐ ｏｎ ｄｅｍａｎｄ, ｂｕｔ ｏｎｌｙ ｏｎｅ ｅｙｅ ａｔ ａ ｔｉｍｅ. Ｄｅｌｌａ Ｍａｅ Ｃａｒｒｉｎｇｔｏｎ ｌｏｏｋｅｄ ａｔ ｈｉｍ, ｈｅｒ ｔｈｉｎ ｆａｃｅ ｗｒｉｎｋｌｉｎｇ. "Ｔｈａｔ ｔｈｅ ｔｒｕｔｈ?" Ｓｈｅ ｌｏｏｋｅｄ ａｔ Ｃｌｅａｔｕｓ. "Ｙｏｕ ｂｏｙｓ ｏｗｅ ｔｈａｔ Ｖｉｎｎｉｅ ｍｏｎｅｙ, ａｎｄ ｈｅ ｍａｋｉｎｇ ｙｏｕ ｃｏｌｌｅｃｔ ｆｒｏｍ ｏｔｈｅｒ ｆｏｌｋｓ ｔｏ ｐａｙ ｂａｃｋ ｗｈａｔ ｙｏｕ ｏｗｅ?" Ｎｏｗ, ｔｈａｔ ｗａｓ ｔｒｕｔｈ ｕｐ ｔｏ ａ ｐｏｉｎｔ. Ｃｌｅａｔｕｓ ｓａｗ ｉｎｓｔａｎｔｌｙ ｔｈａｔ Ｌｏｕｉｓ'ｓ 'ａｂｏｕｔ-ｔｏ-ｃｒｙ- ａｃｔ, ｗｈｉｃｈ ａｌｗａｙｓ ｗｏｒｋｅｄ ｏｎ ｔｅａｃｈｅｒｓ ｗｈｅｎ ｔｈｅｙ ｗｅｒｅ ｉｎ ｓｃｈｏｏｌ ｔｏｇｅｔｈｅｒ, ｗａｓ ｂｒｅａｋｉｎｇ ｔｈｒｏｕｇｈ ｈｅｒ ｉｃｙ ｓｔｕｂｂｏｒｎｎｅｓｓ. "Ｙｅｓ, ｍａ'ａｍ," ｈｅ ｓａｉｄ. "Ｉ ｈａｔｅ ｔｏ ｔｅｌｌ ｙｏｕ ｗｈａｔ ｈｅ ｄｏ ｔｏ ｕｓ ｉｆ ｗｅ ｄｏｎ'ｔ ｃｏｍｅ ｂａｃｋ ｗｉｔｈ ａ ｌｉｔｔｌｅ ｓｏｍｅｔｈｉｎｇ." "Ｗｅｌｌ, ｗｈｙ ｄｉｄｎ'ｔ ｙｏｕ ｊｕｓｔ ｓａｙ ｓｏ ｉｎ ｔｈｅ ｆｉｒｓｔ ｐｌａｃｅ? Ｌａｎｄｓ ｓａｋｅ, Ｉ ｋｎｏｗ ｈｏｗ ｔｈａｔ ｃａｎ ｂｅ. Ｙｏｕ ｇｅｔ ａ ｌｉｔｔｌｅ ｄｏｗｎ ｏｎ ｙｏｕｒ ｌｕｃｋ ａｎｄ ｔｈｅｍ ｖｕｌｔｕｒｅｓ ｊｕｓｔ ｓｗｏｏｐ ｉｎ ａｎｄ ｅａｔ ｙｏｕ." "Ｏｈ, ｙｅｓ ｍａ'ａｍ," Ｌｏｕｉｓ ｓａｉｄ. "Ｔｈｅｙ ｒｅａｌｌｙ ｂａｄ ｏｕｔ ｔｈｅｒｅ. Ｍｅ ａｎｄ Ｃｌｅａｔｕｓ ａｉｎ'ｔ ｂｅｅｎ ａｂｌｅ ｔｏ ｆｉｎｄ ｊｏｂｓ, ａｎｄ ｗｅ ｈａｄ ｔｏ ｂｏｒｒｏｗ ａ ｌｉｔｔｌｅ ｔｏ ｇｅｔ ｂｙ." "Ａｎｄ, ｗｅ ａｉｎ'ｔ ｂｅｅｎ ａｂｌｅ ｔｏ ｇｅｔ ｕｐ 'ｎｏｕｇｈ ｔｏ ｐａｙ ｈｉｍ ｂａｃｋ," Ｃｌｅａｔｕｓ ｓａｉｄ, ｎｏｗ ｆｕｌｌｙ ｉｎｔｏ ｔｈｅ ｓｃａｍ Ｌｏｕｉｓ ｗａｓ ｗｏｒｋｉｎｇ. "Ｉ ｓｕｒｅ 'ｎｏｕｇｈ ｄｏｎ'ｔ ｌｉｋｅ ｄｏｉｎ' ｔｈｉｓ ｋｉｎｄａ ｓｔｕｆｆ, ｂｕｔ ｗｈａｔ ｅｌｓｅ ｗｅ ｇｏｎｎａ ｄｏ?" Ｃａｒｒｉｎｇｔｏｎ ｐｕｔ ａ ｂｏｎｙ ｆｉｎｇｅｒ ａｇａｉｎｓｔ ｈｅｒ ｂｏｎｙ ｃｈｅｅｋ, ｌｏｏｋ ｂａｃｋ ａｎｄ ｆｏｒｔｈ ｂｅｔｗｅｅｎ ｔｈｅ ｔｗｏ ｏｆ ｔｈｅｍ. "Ｉ ｇｕｅｓｓ Ｉ ｋｎｏｗ ｈｏｗ ｉｔ ｃａｎ ｇｅｔ ｂａｄ," ｓｈｅ ｓａｉｄ. "Ｏｋａｙ, Ｉ ｇｏｎｎａ ｐａｙ ｆｉｆｔｙ ｄｏｌｌａｒｓ ｏｎ ｗｈａｔ Ｉ ｏｗｅ. Ｔｈａｔ ｏｕｇｈｔａ ｋｅｅｐ ｔｈａｔ ｍｅａｎ ｏｌｄ Ｖｉｎｎｉｅ ｆｒｏｍ ｄｏｉｎ' ａｎｙｔｈｉｎｇ ｂａｄ ｔｏ ｙｏｕ ｂｏｙｓ. Ｉ'ｌｌ ｔｒｙ ｔｏ ｇｅｔ ｔｈｅ ｒｅｓｔ ｎｅｘｔ ｗｅｅｋ." "Ｏｈ, Ｍｓ. Ｃａｒｒｉｎｇｔｏｎ," Ｃｌｅａｔｕｓ ｓａｉｄ. "Ｔｈａｔ ｗｏｕｌｄ ｂｅ ｒｅａｌｌｙ ｎｉｃｅ. Ｗｅ ｓｕｒｅｌｙ ｄｏ ａｐｐｒｅｃｉａｔｅ ｙｏｕ ｕｎｄｅｒｓｔａｎｄｉｎ' ａｎｄ ａｌｌ." "Ｙｅｓ, ｍａ'ａｍ," Ｌｏｕｉｓ ａｄｄｅｄ. "Ｗｅ ｐｕｒｅｌｙ ｄｏ ａｐｐｒｅｃｉａｔｅ ｉｔ." Ｓｈｅ ｐｉｃｋｅｄ ｕｐ ａｎ ｏｖｅｒｓｉｚｅｄ ｃｌｏｔｈ ｂａｇ ｆｒｏｍ ｔｈｅ ｎｅａｒｂｙ ｓｏｆａ, ｔｏｏｋ ｏｕｔ ａ ｌｅａｔｈｅｒ ｐｏｕｃｈ, ａｎｄ ｃｏｕｎｔｅｄ ｏｕｔ ｆｉｖｅ ｔｅｎ ｄｏｌｌａｒ ｂｉｌｌｓ, ｗｈｉｃｈ ｓｈｅ ｈａｎｄｅｄ ｔｏ Ｌｏｕｉｓ. "Ｎｏｗ, ｙｏｕ ｂｏｙｓ ｇｏ 'ｈｅａｄ ａｎｄ ｇｉｖｅ ｔｈｉｓ ｔｏ Ｖｉｎｎｉｅ, ａｎｄ ｔｒｙ ｔｏ ｇｅｔ ｙｏｕｒ ｂｉｌｌ ｔｏ ｈｉｍ ｐａｉｄ." Ｓｈｅ ｔｕｒｎｅｄ ｏｎ Ｃｌｅａｔｕｓ. "Ａｎｄ, ｇｅｔ ｂａｃｋ ｏｕｔ ｔｈｅｒｅ ａｎｄ ｆｉｎｄ ｙｏｕｒｓｅｌｆ ｓｏｍｅ ｄｅｃｅｎｔ ｊｏｂｓ." "Ｔｈａｎｋ ｙｏｕ, ｍａ'ａｍ," ｓａｉｄ Ｃｌｅａｔｕｓ. "Ｔｈａｎｋ ｙｏｕ, ｍａ'ａｍ," Ｌｏｕｉｓ ｓａｉｄ. "Ｗｅ ｇｏｎｎａ ｄｏ ｔｈａｔ, ｙｅｓ, ｍａ'ａｍ ｗｅ ｗｉｌｌ." Ｔｈｅｙ ｂｅａｔ ａ ｈａｓｔｙ ｒｅｔｒｅａｔ, Ｌｏｕｉｓ ｃｌｕｔｃｈｉｎｇ ｔｈｅ ｎｅａｔｌｙ ｆｏｌｄｅｄ ｂｉｌｌｓ ｔｉｇｈｔｌｙ. Ｃａｒｒｉｎｇｔｏｎ ｓｔｏｏｄ ｉｎ ｔｈｅ ｄｏｏｒ ｗａｔｃｈｉｎｇ ｔｈｅｍ ａｓ ｔｈｅｙ ｗａｉｔｅｄ ｆｏｒ ｔｈｅ ｅｌｅｖａｔｏｒ. Ｗｈｅｎ ｔｈｅ ｅｌｅｖａｔｏｒ ｄｏｏｒｓ ｃｌｏｓｅｄ ｂｅｈｉｎｄ ｔｈｅｍ, ｔｈｅｙ ｃｏｌｌａｐｓｅｄ ｉｎ ｇａｌｅｓ ｏｆ ｌａｕｇｈｔｅｒ. "Ｓｈｉｔ, ｍａｎ," Ｃｌｅａｔｕｓ ｓａｉｄ. "Ｉ ｇｕｅｓｓ ｙｏｕ ａｉｎ'ｔ ｕｓｅｌｅｓｓ ａｆｔｅｒ ａｌｌ. Ｔｈａｔ ｗａｓ ｓｏｍｅ ｓｃａｍ ｙｏｕ ｐｕｌｌｅｄ ｏｎ ｔｈａｔ ｏｌｄ ｂａｔ." "Ｓｈｅ ｒｅｍｉｎｄｅｄ ｍｅ ｏｆ Ｍｉｓｓ Ｐｅｎｎｙｂａｃｋ," Ｌｏｕｉｓ ｓａｉｄ. "Ｒｅｍｅｍｂｅｒ ｏｕｒ ｏｌｄ ｇｙｍ ｔｅａｃｈｅｒ ｉｎ ｍｉｄｄｌｅ ｓｃｈｏｏｌ. Ｔｈａｔ'ｓ ｔｈｅ ｗａｙ ｗｅ ｕｓｅｄ ｔｏ ｇｅｔ ｏｕｔ ｏｆ ｇｙｍ ｃｌａｓｓ." "Ｙｅａｈ, Ｉ ｒｅｍｅｍｂｅｒ. Ｓｔｉｌｌ ｗｏｒｋｓ, ｔｏｏ. Ｔｈｉｓ ｉｓ ｇｏｎｎａ ｂｅ ａ ｓｗｅｅｔ ｄｅａｌ," Ｃｌｅａｔｕｓ ｓａｉｄ. "Ｍｅ ｄｏｉｎｇ ｔｈｅ ａｎｇｒｙ ｙｏｕｎｇ ｂｌａｃｋ ｍａｎ ｒｏｕｔｉｎｅ ｏｎ ｔｈｅ ｍｅｎ, ａｎｄ ｙｏｕ ｄｏｉｎ' ｔｈａｔ ｃｒｙｉｎｇ ａｃｔ ｏｆ ｙｏｕｒｓ ｆｏｒ ｔｈｅ ｗｏｍｅｎ. Ｈｅｌｌ, ｍａｎ, ｗｅ ｇｏｔ ｏｕｒｓｅｌｖｅｓ ａ ｇｏｌｄ ｍｉｎｅ ｈｅｒｅ." "Ｙｅａｈ," Ｌｏｕｉｓ ｓａｉｄ. "Ｌｉｆｅ ｉｓ ｓｗｅｅｔ." |
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