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Nine-Tenths of the Law
by Ross Fisher-Davis
The doors creaked open as Malcolm leaned on them, stepping up into the wide entrance hall.
â€œWatch your step Miss Morgan; itâ€™s a little dusty. But itâ€™s big â€¦ fit for anything really. I hear Morgan has a lot of business these days!â€
Lula lifted the hem of her skirts from the dust as she stepped through the door, a look of distaste upon her face.
â€œSome of us at least. Why isnâ€™t anyone doing business here already? This place is huge.â€
Malcolm looked over his shoulder, and then up to the ceiling, a painful smile stretching across his face. â€œOh, you know how it is. Just waiting for the right person!â€
â€œIf itâ€™s all as you say it is, Iâ€™m interested. Show me around?â€
â€œAbsolutely,â€ He looked warily down one of the passages, listening for a moment before advancing.
Malcolm began counting off features as they walked, flinching every time the click of Lulaâ€™s heels echoed behind him. â€œYou saw the welcoming hall; thereâ€™s room for a still, a storefront, and a few big offices, each as roomy as the last.â€
â€œMust have been an impressive company that used to own all this.â€
â€œSweetrock? Oh, the biggest Gomorra until the Storm. All gone now … mostly.â€
Reaching a staircase leading up to the the second floor, the old man put his hands on his hips and nodded. Above them hung a tattered banner bearing a shovel and pickaxe logo.
â€œSo, what do you say?â€
â€œThereâ€™s gotta be a catch, Malcolm. Rats? Mold?â€
â€œThis house is clean Miss Morgan; of that I can assure you.â€ The old man wrung his hands.
â€œWell, my new portrait would lighten up any old room. Knock off another ten percent and call it a deal.â€
The old man almost backflipped with joy.
â€œIâ€™ll get the deed! You stay right here. I mean it, really donâ€™t â€¦ donâ€™t go nowhere.â€ He rushed up the hallway.
Lula climbed the stairs and gave a tug at the old banner.
â€œWhat was that Malcolm?â€ she called out, gritting her teeth to pull harder.
â€œYou agreed on the price. Itâ€™s awfully poor form to take it back now. Sign the papers so this place can be mine!â€
The banner finally came loose, and Lula turned, her triumphant smile shifting to terror.
â€œTHIS PLACE IS MIIIINE! YOU â€¦ CAN â€¦ HAVE â€¦ NOTHIIING!â€
Malcolm heard footsteps so fast, he thought horses had started wearing heels. He caught a fleeting glimpse of Lulaâ€™s petticoat as she sprinted out the door into the light of day. Malcolm tossed the deeds into the dust.
â€œAgain with this, Howard? Really?!â€
Malcolm cursed into the yawning darkness of the building and stomped outside to straighten the â€œFor Saleâ€ sign once more.
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