CHAPTER SEVEN The next day
Melvin came waltzing out of the corner liquor store. He had a chocolate Zinger in his mouth and a carton of milk in his hand, which a scratch-off was placed against. The carton was propped against his stomach as he stared down at the scratch-off he had pressed against it, scratching off the boxes with a quarter. He was heading to his taxi cab barely paying attention to his surroundings. In fact, he never looked up from his scratch-off as he was walking, but he was still able to make it to his vehicle without incident and open the driver’s door. He hopped in behind the wheel and slammed the door shut, sitting the milk carton aside on the passenger seat. He placed his scratch-off against the car’s horn and leaned forth
