Ernie turned off the set.
He sat on his bed and continued to think while he finished the can of
beer. When he had it all thought out he smiled. He felt very happy. He
could stop being afraid. Afraid of anything. His foreman, his job. All
of it.
He wasn't interested in walking into banks and carrying off sackfuls
of money. What was the sense to that? He couldn't spend it anyway.
Besides, he had something that was better.
All his life there had been too many bright guys with too many bright
ideas. And the bright ideas got put into practice and then things
changed. They could never leave a guy alone and just let him do his
job. They always had to throw in the unexpected.
But this time, nothing was going to change.
Ever.
He chuckled and turned out the light.
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