John counted three windows in the back room behind the manager's desk.
John pocketed all eight coins and pulled out a wad of loosely folded paper money and peeled off the grubby low denomination bills, from the outside of the cash wad. He then shoved the larger bills unceremoniously into the front pocket opposite the coins.
Persephone's eye shot up as she stood to John's right, "You know I'm a pack-rat. Why would I be any different about money?" Her exasperated huff of an exhale told him the conversation was not over. Turning back to the fog-dweller he said, "You said seventy five each..." John started thumbing through hundred denomination bills.
"'ats right. Yous gim'me thousan' evin we call square."
John's mind raced through current weapon inventory, as breathing stopped and his
