“I told my roommate Greg that I was a worker. Not what kind, just that I was one.”
Anton lets out a long breath. “That’s it? That’s all you did?” He starts to laugh.
Barron joins in. Soon we’re laughing like I told the best joke anyone ever heard.
A joke they’re greedy and desperate enough to believe.
“Good, good,” Anton says. “Put on a nice suit, okay? This isn’t some school dance we’re going to.”
I limp to my closet. Leaning down, I sort through my rucksack as if for something appropriate. Pushing aside my uniform and a few pairs of jeans, I find a dress shirt and straighten up.
“So Philip had an idea and you went along with it? That doesn’t sound like you,” I say, walking awkwardly back to the doorway. Something catches my foot accidentally-on-purpose and I fake-stumble into Barro
