Ahh, the imposter. “Hi Reddie.”
Now if I can just find a standing version of Saffie here we can go on more diverse dates. Otherwise… might be back to Audrey, etc. Theater and dinners only go so far.
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Strange foreign accent; woman: “I’m look-ing for Norm the Cash-ier.”
“You’re looking at her.” She recognizes the war paint. “Oh God.”
“Yes. Pay-ment time.” Norm barely resists putting out both of her hands in defense. She *knew* this day was coming. At least Barry isn’t here to see all this.
“2989 per month for the pipe-line to the ri-ver, just like we a-greed. Sixty-one times forty-nine.”
“Okay, okay.” Norm the Cashier knew she didn’t have the money. Could she faint to distract? How about a fake heart attack. Polio. That’s it. “I’ve been diagnosed with something.”
“Ohh?”
“Poli- poli- po-LICE! POLICE! POLI–!”
Burt, did you hear anything just then?”
“Oh, sorry.” He turned a bit red. “Burritos for lunch.”
Sunklands 