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“And you and ive you workers, I haul the fish, preserve it, prepare it, distribute it And whatever we bring in, I take seventy percent and you take thirty”

Quinn arched a brow “Excuse et seventy percent?”

“I pay everyone under me,” Albert explained “Your thirty percent is just for you”

“It’s thirty percent of nothing,” Quinn said

“Maybe But not for long” Albert grinned and slapped Quinn on the shoulder “You have to stay hopeful,up We have fish”

Mother Mary smelled it before she saw it

Fish Fried fish

The kids smelled it, too “What is that s behind her

There followed a near riot Preschoolers surged around Quinn, as carrying the fried fish piled on a napkin-covered McDonald’s tray

“Okay, okay, okay, everyone gets some,” Quinn yelped

Mary could not move She knew she should, she knew she had to step in and impose order, but the smell had paralyzed her

Fortunately, Francis—who hadto work at the preschool—had decided after the first day that he wouldn’ta second day Then a third He was on his way to becootten over his attitude, he had proved to be really good with the children

“Okay, little creatures,” Francis yelled, “back away Back sloay from the food”

“Sorry, I probably should have warned you I was coh a sea of kids and held the fish high above dozens of grabbing hands

Mary twisted her fingers together as she watched Francis and the other helpers get the kids into line The srumble It made her mouth water