Fraidel Rose (5)

I went home and found the courier sitting on my front steps. He handed me a manila envelope and held out his hand. “Nakonechnik, pozhaluysta?” “Are you asking for a tip?” He nodded. “Did you just Google Translate-” He nodded. Then waggled his fingers. “I… shit, I still haven’t been to the cash machine.” His… Read More Fraidel Rose (5)

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