Well, as the title says, this is part 2 to my story. Go read part 1 first.

This is also, perhaps, the not very interesting conclusion to my story. You see, I sat there for several minutes contemplating the roll of money. I wondered, how much could be removed without looking like any had been removed? Three hundred? Five hundred?

But it didn’t matter because after about four minutes, I simply picked up the money that I was due, and walked out of the house. I didn’t even bother to check in with the crazy guy. I just left.

And I don’t know what difference it would have made anyway. Its not like that much money was going to put us on easy street. I don’t even remember what the rest of the week looked like. No doubt we did as we always had done. We struggled through until the next pay day. And at least I walked away with my integrity intact and knowing that I did the right thing.

I’ll never know where the guy got his money, or how he went on to spend it. And I guess I don’t care. I got a good story out of it and that might be enough.