I chuckle against his dress shirt. “I hope you have a lot of air miles then.” “I have a jet, you know this,” he groans. “Yeah, I know. Just wanted to hear you say it again so you could hear how ridiculous that sounds. Which reminds me, I remember lending you fifty cents so you could buy an Italian ice once. How much do you think I’ve earned in interest at this point?” I squint my eyes. He slowly leans back to look at me with feigned shock in his eyes. “Amelia Nuñez, is this a shake down at your own mother’s funeral? I knew you were a force to be reckoned with, but damn that’s cold.” He laughs,
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