The Meeting, Part II

When we last encountered the junior pickpocket, he was on his way home with his weekly haul…

When I got home, I didn’t mention anything to mom, dad or Tommy (my little brother). And I hid what I got under the loose floorboard in the corner of my bedroom, where I hid the rest of my secret stash: $37 and a few other nicknacks. I decided to take a nap since I was rather tired, and I got three hours of sleep ’till mom screamed menacingly that if I didn’t come down that instant I wouldn’t get to eat at all. I figured I must’ve made her call my name 10 times.

So I went downstairs and grumpily sat down and started eating. Finally, when it was time to go to bed, I wasn’t even tired anymore. But I made the bed plump and cozy and I dozed off right away.

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