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Truth be told I wasn’t sure I wanted this rich man, either. The way his blue eyes looked at me made me feel nervous, and that’s why the next day I brought Old Unreliable out of the closet. It was a handgun of ancient lineage, sometime before Elvis, and hadn’t been properly cleaned since the King’s death. That made it a very unreliable gun and possibly a dangerous gun. It was probably more likely to shoot the person behind the gun than in front of it. Still, it was all I had for protection against this odd rich man and his strange propositions.
The next thing I did was call my mom. She lived in the same city but clear across town, much farther from my college than I wanted to commute so I lived in my own dingy apartment. She answered the phone after two rings, probably because sh
