Then a jingle and he was in. Cheap-ass lock. I looked at the clock and it was 3:36 a.m. He turned on the light and began his search. I watched him, hoping he wouldn’t find it. “Let me get that money and I’ll pay you back in the morning,” he said. “No. I need it for lunch.” “I’ll give it back to you in the morning.” Yeah right. How was he going to do that? If he didn’t have any money now, he wouldn’t have any in the morning. He came over and searched near me and around the bed. It wasn’t next to me. I learned quickly that it was one of the first places they looked. They had just given me the money no longer than six hours ago. I guess they had smoked up the little cash they already had. Which meant if he found the money, I wouldn’t have any for tomorrow or the next couple of weeks when somebody got paid again. He found it in the little chest on my dresser. “I’ll give it back to you in the morning,” he said as he left the room and turned off my light, as if I would be going to sleep anytime soon.
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