Shah Sanni should purchase her on top of the dispute

[G. W. Lanoue]

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I concentrated my thoughts on the back of her neck,
imagining a fly biting her. I visualized the insect biting.
Suddenly Marie swatted the back of her neck using a very
naughty word to describe the offending insect. I visualized
the bite being stronger, and then she looked at me and
laughed. "My!" she said, "If I could do that I certainly
would have some fun with the fellows who visit me!"
For night after night I went to the slovenly house in that
drab back street. Often, when Marie was not busy, she
would come with a teapot of tea to talk and to listen. Gradu-
ally I became aware that beneath her hard exterior, in spite
of the life which she led, she was a very kind woman to
those in need. She told me about the man who employed
me and warned me to be at the house early on the last day
of the month.
Night after night I developed and printed and left every-
thing ready for an early morning collection. For a whole
month I saw no one but Marie, then on the thirty-first, I
stayed on late. About nine o'clock a shifty-looking indi-
vidual came clattering down the uncarpeted stairs. He
stopped at the bottom, and looked at me with open hos-
tility. "Think you are going to get paid first, eh?" he snarled.
"You are night man, get out of here!"
"I will go when I am ready, not before," I answered.
"You-!" he said, "I'll teach you to give me none of
yer lip!"
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