I don't look up. I hear you can get big money selling your kidneys, but my brain's stressed from wondering where to sell them. Maybe the meatworks. Who fucken knows. My only other plan, plan B, is the desperate plan. I browse through my daddy's ole videos for tips. For cream pie, actually, truth be told. Close the Deal is here, one of his favorites. One thing about my dad, he had every kind of plan to get rich.
'Here it is - Hildy Lasseen,' says Mom. She shuffles back to the phone, and picks up the receiver. An important-sounding fanfare accompanies her, as the TV jumps from global to local news.
'Mrs Lasseen doesn't work at the yard,' I say. 'That's just their home number.'
'No, the Spares & Repairs number is here too.' She starts to dial. All you hear is the TV in back.
'Don't write Martirio off yet,'Android 2.2 4GB Tablet HDMI says a reporter, 'that's the message from the team behind a new multimedia venture inspired by the struggle of our brave citizens - a venture its founder claims will spread the gospel of human triumph over adversity to every corner of the globe.'
'Martirio is already synonymous with sharing,' says Lally. Mom squeaks. She throws down the phone. 'Many a crucial lesson about loss, about faith, and justice, can still be shared, be made a gift of - a gift of hope and compassion to a needy world.'
'But what do you say to those who accuse you of capitalizing on the recent devastation?' asks the reporter.
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