That night I stretched out on the couch, thinking. We had enough cash to find a place. Wendy needed a few clothes, she still hadn’t gone shopping.

But that’s not what was taking up so much of the space in my brain. No, it was Marcus.

How did he get that money? Was it from some day laborer who worked very hard to feed his three children, but had once ‘borrowed’ or maybe lost a bet with Marcus? What else did he do all day?

Maybe I didn’t want to know. Maybe it was best I never knew about his ‘business’. And I couldn’t rely on him much longer. I needed to get a job of my own.

The next morning I scoured the classifieds for a job. I needed someplace that didn’t ask too many questions, though.

Marcus came into the kitchen. “Whatcha doin’?”
“Looking for a job.” I stated.
“I thought you were working for me?”
“Well, maybe I want to do something else, on the side, get some skills.”
“The only skills you need for good work around here, you already have. But while you’re out getting applications, deliver this for me.