Julia left her house in the morning and saw her neighbor watering her lawn. As she unlocked her car, her neighbor called out.
“Your boyfriend must be a hard worker,” she said. “He always comes back so late.”
“Yeah, he’s always out,” she answered, opening the car door. “With coworkers he says.”
In the back seat she saw several small sacks. Rough, brown, and stained a dark crimson.
Now there was more of him to go around.