"Hey, Murray! I can't hold it back anymore..." The phone call connected and Hertha was all set to let it out.

Murray sighed impatiently, "I'm busy here. I've got no time for your drama."

"It's not... who's making drama? The one overstepping is you, okay? How did you become such a penny-pincher? Don't you know that stingy men are as disgusting as rats?"

"Go bother someone else with your craziness." Murray had no idea what Hertha was talking about.

But Hertha didn't care. "Roseanne, bless her. She cooks your meals, does your laundry, and keeps you company day and night. How can you not spare a dime? Forcing her to work odd jobs for cash, you want to ruin your reputation like that, huh?"

There was silence on the other end for a moment. "Who did you say?"

Hertha repeated it. "Roseanne."

Murray was confused. "Odd jobs... what do you mean?"

Hertha spilled everything she had seen. "You've gone too far this time. Even a loyal dog doesn't deserve this kind of treatment..."

Whatever Hertha said next, Murray didn't catch a word.

his ears were, "Roseanne, odd

the fifty million dollar check, she dared

a profound mystery. He was deep in the thought. 'Hah, she left decisively then. I thought she could do more, but now, without me, she can't

Murray, what's with the daydreaming? It's your turn." Corley pointed at the dice cup in his hand, reminding

his jacket and car keys, ready

thought it was you who

"Change of plans. Got

about time for

...

work and a flood of messages, but not the one he hoped for. He finally gave up waiting and drove straight

place whenever they fought. He had picked her up from there more times than he

"Murray?"

called him. Murray turned around to see Leda arm in arm with a young guy,

you doing here?" Leda's eyes held a hint

directly,

back. "What do you want with

Roseanne

lived life on the edge. Murray's impression of her was

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