“I do not have time for this,” I said, looking down at the empty space on the velvet where my grandmother’s piece had rested. “The landlord needs three hundred dollars by Friday at five.”
“You will have your money,” Arthur said, still rubbing the glass with the yellow cloth.
I stepped back from the counter, the smell of damp wool and old brass suddenly making the small room feel narrow and cold.
The grandfather clock in the corner chimed once, indicating twenty minutes past noon.
My shift at the diner started in forty minutes, and my uniform was still sitting on the passenger seat of my car.
“I am going outside,” I said, turning away from him.
Arthur did not try to stop me, his eyes already drifting back to the black telephone on the desk.
I pushed through the heavy wooden door, the cold air hitting my face as I stepped out onto the concrete.
Across the street, parked illegally near the rusted fire hydrant, was a clean black sedan I recognized instantly.
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