Tom

Tom walked over to the orphanage for the second time that week and knocked on the door. A woman with a mean-looking face opened it.

"Yes, what do you want?" she asked. "You look  too clean to be an orphan."

"You're right," Tom replied. "I'm not an orphan. I'm here to give a donation."

The woman's eyes lit up. "Come in," she said, opening the door wider. "Make yourself at home."

Tom walked in and was greeted by the smell of molding wood. "Wow," he said, crinkling his nose. "This place could use some repairs."

The woman laughed nervously.

"How much would you like me to donate?"

"How much can you donate?" the woman pressed.

"As much as you need," Tom answered.

The woman's mouth fell open. Then she composed herself and said, "I think one million dollars should do it."

This time it was Tom's turn to gape. Then he wrote with a shaking hand $1,000,000 and handed the check to the woman who grabbed it and stuffed it in her shirt. She tapped Tom on the head and then left.

Out of the corner of his eye, Tom saw a boy with brown hair duck behind the wall and run up the stairs.

The End

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