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when I said that I might be able to help. We may
even be able to
help each other," Mr. Black spoke, nodding at the seat I had just
vacated. "Please, sit."
He had a point there. Although... when I'd gotten up, I felt in my
pocket and now pulled my hand out, revealing the five hundred Mr.
Pastel had given me.
"Keep it," Mr. Black said. "That should be an expensive lesson learned
for him."
I blushed and sat down, still fingering the money.
"Well, I can now at least get out of town."
"Yes, but what will you do after? How much is that; four or five
hundred? It won't last you that long. I may have a more elegant
solution; beneficial to both you and me."
"Okay," I said. "What do you want me to do?"
"I can't believe I'm going to propose this but I don't have much time to
arrange something else. I've landed myself into a spot of trouble
recently, and I need some help. It concerns a personal matter."
"Okay," I repeated, slowly.
"Let me explain: for almost two years now, my mother has made it her
mission in life to see me 'happy'; to settle down with a partner, a dog
and a house with a white picket fence. She has been parading a whole
string of candidates in front of me, and I need it to stop."
I looked at him and nodded, and he continued.
"Now...a few weeks ago, she announced that she was coming over again.
She comes over from England once a year, and stays for about a month -
six weeks at the most. Since I had no interest whatsoever in her trying
to fix me up with every available guy in the state, I told her that I
had met someone. The one, so to speak, and I was deeply in
love." He was gay? Could've fooled me!
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