Tuesday, February 26, 2008
one hundred and five dollars and a doorbell
The doorbell was ringing a lot, and when i finally answered the door, there was my dad's friend in woman's clothing standing on the front step, and he sayed to me, "Here you go, give this to your parent's, or you could always just keep it for yourself," and then he winked at me. I closed the door and gasped as I looked at the wad of $105 dollars sitting in my hand. Then he rang the doorbell again. I opened the door, and I said THANK YOU, as he took off his coat. "I've been wearing my wife's clothes since we got back from Texas," he said. "It's because all my clothes were ruined in the water damage at our house." "Those clothes look very nice on you," I said.
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