The probate cleared up, the money deposited in the appropriate accounts, Millicent bought a condo in what she read was the hippest, most vibrant part of town.
Big city drug use frightened her a bit, but she loved the street performers.
Howard, near the fountain with the twelve-string guitar was her favorite.
One day she gave him fifty bucks.
“I’d rather give you all my money than give to these horrible heroin addicts,” she told him.
Howard shoved the fifty in the band of his underwear and said: “I’m a heroin addict, I just know how to play guitar.”
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