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“Must have been terrible for her,” Frankie said.
“Yeah, real friggin’ terrible. She dressed the poor stiff, dragged him to the car, and, at five in the morning, drove him to his job site and dumped him near the foreman’s trailer.” Frankie leaned forward. “Are you serious?”
“Dead serious.” The agent smirked. “She wanted the extra twenty-five grand.”
Frankie shook his head. “So what happened?”
“The foreman arrived early that morning and saw her leaving. When he found the body, he called the cops. First they investigated her for murder, which scared the crap out of her. When she told them the truth, they went after her for insurance fraud, abuse of corpse and some other stuff.”
Frankie waited for more, but the story was over and the agent leaned back. He eyed Frankie briefly and said, “So what’s the moral here kid?”
Frankie shrugged. He didn’t see one.
“The first moral is don’t get married if you can help it. Broads can’t be trusted. Second, if you’re feeling real bad, don’t call out sick. Go to work. If you’re lucky, you’ll die on the job and your survivors will get the extra cash.” He let that sink in for a minute. When Frankie didn’t respond, he asked, “Make sense?”
Frankie just wanted to finish the paperwork and leave. “Thanks for the advice,” he said.
“Okay, I need to list your beneficiaries on this form, the people who get the money if you fall off a roof or something.” He grabbed his pen and prepared to write.
“So, after all that, are you married?”
“No,” Frankie said.
“Good, stay that way. Brothers? Sisters?”
“I’m an only child.”
The business agent nodded. “Probably leave the money to your parents then?”
“My father took off when I was five. Mom passed away a couple of months ago.”
“Hey, I’m sorry kid,” the agent said. He looked like he meant it.
“So does that mean I don’t get to name anyone?” Frankie asked.
“Hell no. You can leave it to your first grade teacher if you want to.”
Frankie smiled and considered that. Sister Mary Therese had been a sweet lady, and the nuns at the convent could certainly use the money. Then he had another thought.


  

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