You reach into his back pocket and take out his wallet. Jackpot! There’s gotta be three
hundred dollars in twenties in there, he musta had a good day at the track... You look over at your mother, crumpled on the floor next to the old man, crying.
"Are you gonna call the cops Ma?" you ask, but you already know the answer. She shakes
her head.
"Well come on with me, you know he'll kick your ass when he wakes up!" you plead. But
she continues to shake her head, no, she's too worn down, she could never leave him.
"Here, take this, you'll need it." you say, pushing half the money from the wallet into her trembling hand.
"Just tell him I took it all. Be sure to hide it somewhere safe, somewhere he won't find it."
She looks up at you and nods her head, tries to say something but cannot speak. You kiss
her on the cheek and head for the door.
"I'll be back some day Ma to get you out of this place. And if he's still here I'll kill the sonofabitch!" Unfortunately, you never have the chance to make good on either of these promises.
You run out the door just as he is starting to regain consciousness.
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