"Without any skills, that leaves you only a few options." What are they?" Barbie asked."Something in the service industry." Cynthia thought about it. ...I can either get you a job at a department store, a beauty salon or a restaurant." Any of those will hire you without any experience at all." Cynthia went on. "If you decide on the beauty salon, I can place you at the appointment desk or as a shampoo girl." I can also get you a job as a cashier, if you'd like." Cynthia went on. "But, I suggest we. I could go into the three hours I spent up there with him telling me that they knew what I was doing and that I took eight hundred, ninety thousand dollars and, I was about to go to jail for a long time. He showed me every bill I had doctored and for how much. I won't lye I was on my knees saying I would do anything if he didn't call in the fed's. See what I was doing was international which was more then huge, I mean I would make head lines all over the world. I went on begging for him to find. "I'm so sad. NOBODY loves me. I just know it. And Nobody loves me so bad that Benjamin and I will have to go live in dumpsters, and eat dead rats, and dead pigeons, and you know ... stuff like that..."I was really laying it on thick, and the babies were giggling at their goofy daddy. Millie was holding Millicent and watching the whole exchange with a look of hilarity on her face. Mr. Bell was wise. He held his peace and let us play it out. Someone would eventually give in, and then things would. He was covered in red welts from where the flies had bitten him. His short black hair had become decidedly oily, it stuck straight up too, like my son’s latest haircut. A fly landed on his face and with one strong, wide hand he waved it away. He looked fairly content lying there. Like he was lying on a beach getting a tan, not lying on ground that was solid one minute and swampy the next, in the middle of a jungle on an island stuck on the rim of the Pacific Ocean. He didn’t look like a guy.