“Gotcha,” I said and stashed the  
card in my wallet.                     
     The Cat explained a few other     
things, and then glanced at the clock  
and said, “I'll try and answer all your
other questions tomorrow, including    
where the money comes from, but now    
it's time for you to go.”              
     I looked at the clock and realized
she was right. I’d been in here for    
almost an hour, and once again I was   
forced to run to my second room, and   
then to my station on the Clean-Side to
start another nonstop day.             
     This one was different though, be-
cause I had ten-thousand dollars care- 
fully tucked away deep inside my       
wallet.                                
     I decided not to tell anyone about
any of this, at least no one at work   
* anyway. That might be dangerous, but I   
did tell Beth.                         
     She just flipped and couldn't talk
straight for a whole two minutes.      
     “I have to check this out,” she   
finally said and looked at the back of 
the card. She went online and would’ve 
been shocked again, except, “Wait a    
minute. There's five-hundred dollars   
missing.”                              
     “That's for me, the rest is yours.
You should go back to school, Beth, and
get your degree. A certificate is nice,
but a degree would put you in the big  
time.”                                 
     “I can't believe it. Where is this
coming from?”                          



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