“I’ll have to tell you tomorrow,  
because now, you’ve got to go.”        
     I looked at the clock, and she was
right.                                 
     On my way out, she added, “Don't  
worry if you come even earlier, because
I can smell you about twenty minutes   
before you get here, so I'll be ready  
when you do,” and the door swooshed    
shut behind me.                        
     Wow! I thought as I pulled out my 
wallet and looked at the five hundred  
dollars again. She’d also explained    
where the money came from, but to me,  
it sounded like a plot from an old     
Superman movie. The one with Richard   
Pryor.                                 
     The rest of the day took forever  
to get through, because I couldn't wait
to get home and tell Beth everything,  
* and also talk about all that other       
stuff.                                 
     After counting out a thousand     
cages, twice, I was finally allowed to 
leave.                                 
     By then, my fantasy world had come
up with a possible, but I needed to run
it by D first, and while on the way to 
the car, sent him a text, “Can we meet 
tomorrow?”                             
     I turned the engine over, and my  
phone vibrated. It was D, “Might be    
free. Text me then.”                   
     Next, I called Beth and got her   
voice-mail. Why wasn't she answering, I
wondered.                              
     Next, I called all my secret      
friends, except my arch-enemy. I just  
wanted to confirm that they were still 
coming.                                



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