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The following morning, the Security Squad ladies — and Aaron — sat around Mrs. Janowski’s dining room table wondering what to do about the graffiti.
“We have a crime spree on our hands, ladies,” Mrs. Janowski stated from the head of the table, her back resting against a heating pad.
“T apprehended one of the men the other night,” Sylvia said. “What else can we do?”
Mrs. Janowski’s brow furrowed. “I don’t know, but the arcade is docking our wages.”
Ida snorted. “They pay us in tokens. I hardly care.”
“True. The games are not all they’re cracked up to be,” Mrs. Janowski said with a wince. “However, docking our wages is just the first step. We’ll get the boot next.”
“I can honestly say I wouldn’t mind getting the boot,” Ida said. “I leave there every night with a headache.”
“But th
