5
“I don’t feel right about this,” I said, scanning the roads. “I know what it feels like waking up married to a stranger.”
“Just keep your eyes peeled. It’s nearly time,” Lenny said.
“Time for what?”
“Time for us to hit the drunken jackpot,” he said, rubbing his hands together. “We’ll start at the bureau first. It’ll be feeding time as we head back.”
“Do you have to make it sound predatory?”
“Why don’t you test out the new sparkling wine dispenser?”
“No, thank you.”
“It wasn’t meant as a question. Start drinking or zip the lip. This is my livelihood.”
Lenny pulled in front of the bureau. Armed with brochures, he gave me a shove out of the bus. “I expect you to round up at least five couples,” he ordered, scoping the area for victims.
“I’ll try.”
“You take that side. I’ll take t
