A Bag of Hammers Page #5

it's always worked,

we've never been caught.

Yeah, but what if

she's right, you know.

What if our luck runs out?

Our con-luck or our like,

regular-person-luck?

I don't know. I guess both.

Well, how I figure it,

our circumstances

such as they were in Fresno

provided us few options.

Right.

So whatever we had

to do to get there,

I figure, we're sort of

karmically okay for doing.

What are you doing

with those clothes?

I told you to hang them up.

I accidentally shrunk them.

I knew you were gonna say that!

Goddammit Kelsey!

I told you exactly

what to do and junk!

Goddammit!

Fetch me those clothes pins

you little Satan.

You ruined my nice blouse...

- Sorry, Mom.

- I don't want your sorries!

I wanted my friggin' wardrobe.

I guess someone's soda money

is gonna be helping

get me some decent interview

clothes now, huh?

Yes, Mom.

- Stupid!

- I said I'm sorry...

Just get in the house, Kelsey.

Get out of my face.

Now!

Oh, that boy.

I swear.

Well...

I, uh...

I...

I dunno...

Hey.

Melanie Manilow?

What a pleasant surprise!

- Hey, Marty.

- Hi, yourself.

You're look positively

winsome...

- 'Winsome'...?

- He's has a vocabulary calendar.

Yes, I do. Excuse me.

My seat's over here.

Watermelon?

No I can't,

I have to study later.

So how you been living, Mel?

You looking good.

I mean, healthy.

Yeah. I'm fine.

Marty. How are you?

- Yeah, pretty good... Pretty good...

- Yeah?

- A little lonely.

- Oh.

Gets lonely at the shop,

working...

Alone...

Going back to an empty place.

No furniture.

No furniture?

Danish.

- That's nice.

- Nothing warm though, like a lady...

Okay...

I'm gonna go see-

I forgot what's in

the corner over here...

- Oh yeah, there it is.

- Did that get weird?

- Yes.

- Hey guys.

Who's this?

- Oh, this is...

- Kelsey.

Kelsey. Kelsey, this is

my sister Melanie.

You know Ben.

And this is my-

SU-perior.

That means boss.

- So Kelsey, what's up?

- Can someone take me to the store?

I ran out of Hungry Mans

and there's no more food.

Well, where's your mom?

I dunno.

But I've got some money.

See. And I'll trade you

some sodas for a ride.

- No.

- Would you like a steak instead?

- Okay.

- But I'll take a soda.

You can pick.

I've got cherry, grape,

cherry coke and... yeah.

- Wow, great.

- Come on.

- I'm going for it!

- You're gonna ask her out?

I know just what to do.

Did you see the way

she looked at me?

I'm gonna mix

a Squirt and a Root beer,

I call it a Squoot Beer.

I'd just like a Squirt.

I wouldn't drink that,

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