There is a lot to be said about putting time and effort into something. To some, it is a matter of paying dues; while to others, it is a matter of earning respect from those who learned an art or skill first. For example, a musician who has not given of him or herself by pounding out scale after scale in repetition can never communicate with real feeling. If your fingers don’t bleed, then no one pays heed. I forget where I picked this phrase up, but it is something I repeat to myself over and over again and has never steered me wrong.
While some thought and calculation had gone into McKinley’s heist, there were certain variables he had not counted on. I may not have slept with one eye open, fearing Loretta would turn on me one day, but I never did let her get too close. The situation had grown decidedly worse between Loretta and McKinley, leaving them at odds what to do next.
“I can try and talk to him,” I overheard an offering from Loretta. “I was able to get on his good side once, who’s to say I can’t do it again?”
Ha! If there were any humor in such a dreadful situation, I got served a full helping. The fool me once idiom didn’t gain popularity for being untrue. If you never learn another lesson for as long as you live, never place trust in a person that has proven themself a thief. There may be honor amongst thieves, but not enough to fill a cup.
“How about if we offer to spare his life in exchange?” the other man shouted, who, at this point, was seeming more and more like a third wheel.
To be continued…