Real Estate Boy

by John Schoneboom

Father was a chancer but he had only ever been truly unsportsmanlike to two people. It was all for his son Jenkins -- or so he told himself when he drank his lonely hot chocolate at night. Jenkins had made it known that he wanted his own room as soon as humanly possible. The boy had even been seen studying provocative manuals about creative financing schemes.

Father knew exactly what he had to do. Why, he'd simply tunnel into the bank from the convenience store next door, get the cash together and get that boy his own room.

After swiping a few fungible bits and bobs and turning them over with Terry the Spiv, Father reckoned he had enough to get a start on the sort of sizable underground hole that Jenkins might take a shine to.

"Guess what I done," he said to young Jenkins, and spilled the facts.

"That's real swell Pop," said Jenkins, "You really shouldn't have put yourself at risk like that though. You know you're more important to me than any room. I'll be fine as long as we're together and neither one of us is in jail."

The two of them had a mock fist fight and then they went out back and practiced shooting firearms until the sun went down. Little did they know that in the sequel there would be more trouble coming.

Father was a chancer but he had only ever been truly unsportsmanlike to two people. It was all for his son Jenkins -- or so he told himself when he drank his lonely hot chocolate at night. Jenkins had made it known that he wanted his own room as soon as humanly possible. The boy had even been seen studying provocative manuals about creative financing schemes.

Father knew exactly what he had to do. Why, he'd simply tunnel into the bank from the convenience store next door, get the cash together and get that boy his own room.

After swiping a few fungible bits and bobs and turning them over with Terry the Spiv, Father reckoned he had enough to get a start on the sort of sizable underground hole that Jenkins might take a shine to.

"Guess what I done," he said to young Jenkins, and spilled the facts.

"That's real swell Pop," said Jenkins, "You really shouldn't have put yourself at risk like that though. You know you're more important to me than any room. I'll be fine as long as we're together and neither one of us is in jail."

The two of them had a mock fist fight and then they went out back and practiced shooting firearms until the sun went down. Little did they know that in the sequel there would be more trouble coming.

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