What sort of documents?" Here they are: sheets of paper, blank sheets, all but three. One of them gives a list of the dates on which the mysterious le...ters were to appear." Oho!" said M. Desmalions. "That's a crushing piece of evidence against Florence Levasseur. And also it tells us where Don Luis got his list from."Perenna listened with surprise: he had utterly forgotten this particular; and Gaston Sauverand had made no reference to it in his narrative. And yet it was a strange and serious. What mattered was to get him in and out and his wallet lighter."Hello honey" she says in her softest and best posh voice.Taking off his wedding ring, placing it on the bedside cabinet, he turns to face her."Good morning"His voice, high pitched and quiet, seemed to fit his appearance. His essence, appeared to be, of a man that had been dominated his entire life, either by his wife or his boss. She could picture him in a stressful job and always shouted down to, so maybe this was his way of being. To be fair, he notices the bag first. Then he looks at me. He meets my gaze and he scrunches his face.The features he sees are the chipmunk ones, but I’m okay with that. Honey badgers will eat practically anything.He walks up with his poser beer and leans against the bar. “So uh, you’re that girl, right?”“Yup,” I say.“Like, the paper bag girl?” he asks.I glance at the bag on the counter and I look back at him.He takes a sip from his beer and he laughs. “I thought people were joking about. The guy squeaked "Jesus buddy, I think that's illegal." I just grinned at him. Later that night, the boss said I could have a regular gig if I wanted it, and even though one of the last guys jacked off on the stage, I won the contest. I didn't even realize I had a hundred fifty bucks stuck in my suit. The prize was two hundred. When we were led out at the end, three women tucked slips of paper with their phone numbers into my suit. Its been a hell of a ride since then.Marcia Hardin felt like.