The Cat interrupted, finishing for
me, “One time, you and Beth saved a    
kitten from being torched by two shit- 
heads. I know all about it, and also   
that’s when you met Beth.”             
     “You do? How?” I began.           
     “Not important, but money is. Out 
of all the questions you probably have,
what you really want to know about is  
the money.                             
     “You answered my question, so I'll
answer that one first,” she said, and  
then pulled out a plastic card and     
handed it to me.                       
     “On that card is ten thousand     
dollars.”                              
     Where in the hell did she get that
from, I thought, and took the card from
her. It was a debit card from a local  
bank, that already had my real name on 
* it, and a sticky-note with a user ID     
and four-digit number printed on it.   
The year I was born, backwards.        
     “That's your pin-number.”         
     That brought up so many more      
questions, I didn’t even know where to 
begin.                                 
     “Let's start with yes, it's real,”
like the Cat could read my mind, “and  
if you don't believe me, come check it 
out,” and with that, jumped off the    
desk and went into the Secret Room.    
     The Secret Room, I thought. I was 
going into the Secret Room. I peeked   
around the corner first, like I was    
still a little kid sneaking into my    
parent’s bedroom, and then walked in.  
It wasn’t small like an elevator, but  
about half the size of the Dirty-Side. 



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