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As callous as it may sound, I just wanted everyone to leave. Huddled up in the foyer, I kept to myself while everyone else waited in the grand hall for the inevitable news. “He should have never listened to you!” Aunt Faye shouted. She was already dressed in black garb with a veil, her mascara dribbling down her cheeks. “Look what you’ve done! Everything’s squandered away!” My uncle recoiled in his seat, becoming a small ball on the sofa. “I-It was a good investment at the time—” “Horace, you’re an idiot!” Ignoring Aunt Faye’s screeching, my father poured himsel

There was a young man who swallowed his pride, His bank account was in a hell of a bind, Credit cards had been all denied, Perhaps he’ll die. He came to my office late in the night, Explaining to me his financial plight, I asked, “You know what you’re agreeing to, right?” “Do you lack any kind of foresight?” The kid claimed the plan was ideal, No one would know of his gambling ordeal, Not even to his wife would he reveal, That he and a mob boss had made a deal. I gave him the cash that he needed so bad, On the condition that he’d meet my demands, To give me a slice of each pie he had, From selling