housekeeper that I thought he fired. Iris narrows her eyes until she gets a good look at me, then turns quite confused. “What did you do to him?” “He’s having an allergic reaction.” “To all of Bishop’s money,” I interject. “All you need for that is some mayonnaise,” she says. “I think that’s for lice,” Bishop says. “I don’t care, I’ll take it,” I say, more than happy to do anything to not have to go to urgent care.
