“Why do you think that bag yester-
day was so bloody? Why do you think I  
call the day-people Frankenstein and   
his two evil assistants? Why do you    
think I’m willing to pay you one hun-  
dred thousand dollars to get me out of 
here before the end of next week, and  
also hide me out?                      
     “Think about that tonight, and    
we’ll talk more about it tomorrow,” she
said and jumped off the desk, and then 
went through the open door. I then     
heard a soft hum as the door closed.   
     That’s when I realized, “Tomor-   
row’s Saturday. I won’t be here,” and  
then remembered the second thing, “One 
hundred thousand dollars!” I screamed  
in the general direction of the vent.  
     Except for the sound of metal     
grating against metal, all I heard back
* was, “Just think about it. I’ll talk     
with you again on Monday, instead of   
tomorrow.”                             
     I looked at the clock on the wall.
My time to clean the room was almost   
up. I immediately left and walked      
quickly over to my second room.        
     While on the way, I also remem-   
bered that Halloween wasn’t three weeks
away, but next Friday.                 
     While working nonstop loading the 
Tunnel and Cart-Washer, I kept thinking
about that one hundred thousand dol-   
lars, and after almost two hours, I    
still couldn’t believe it.             
     Where the hell was a Cat gonna get
a hundred grand? And then, I remembered
the smart-phone that the Cat, Amy-     
Strange, had used to check my credit   
score. That was definitely one hell of 
an illusion that I was creating for    
myself, if that’s what it was.         



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