One more week rolled by.
I stepped out of my new office building right after wrapping up the quarterly review meeting.
Two people knelt on the pavement right by the main entrance, Randal and Helen.
Randal had lost well over thirty pounds. His cheekbones jutted sharply, his matted hair tangled into knots, and his wrinkled shirt bore a grimy dark ring around the collar.
Helen sat confined to a wheelchair with a lopsided mouth, unable to move the left side of her body at all.
"Queenie, my wife!" Randal scrambled forward the second he spotted me and latched onto the hem of my pants, his face streaked with runny snot and tears. "I messed up, I truly messed up! That terrible woman tricked me. Can we start our life over? Please pay off my debts, and I'll work like a slave for you forever."
