"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 jobs, making

though she cashed the fifty million dollar check,

deep, his expression hard to read, imbued with 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 even

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 wanted this get-together?"

"Change of plans.

time for Roseanne

...

messages, but not the one he hoped for. He finally gave up waiting and drove straight to Leda's

went to Leda's place whenever they fought. He had picked her up from

"Murray?"

him. Murray turned around to see Leda arm in arm with

here?" Leda's

asked directly, "Where's

back. "What do

where Roseanne is?" His

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

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