A client

"Well, thank you, Lord."  Things were about to turn around because in walked fifty dollars an hour plus expenses.  And my savior for one more week of living hand to mouth wore a dark blue dress, matching shoes, and a corsage of white gardenias. 

"Sam Noir?"

"Yes, ma'am.  That's me.  Sorry about the place.  Had a long day yesterday and it didn't end until a few moments.  And I am guessing I'm not looking like I lived through every moment of it."

Miss Pretty Blue Dress didn't say anything to counter my apology so I figured I was pretty much on target.

She thought for a moment, as if she were deciding if she would go on with her plans, then, "I need someone's help."

"Almost everyone who walks through that door does, ma'am.  How can I help you?"

"I need you to help me find out who I am?"

"What do you mean?" I was beginning to think some nut case had come my way.

"I can't remember my name, I can't remember where I'm from or even what I do.  I just know I woke up this morning on a bus that rolled in from out of town.  The bus driver handed me that brown suitcase sitting out there in the hall.'

"No wallet, young lady?  No, identification of any kind?"

She gave me a look of disbelief mixed with a whole lot of disdain which said, "If you're stupid enough to ask a question like that, maybe you're not the person I need to be asking help from."

Then I thought, "Oh, great.  Out of town chick with no wallet.  Now this is gonna be a real winner.  But who knows, maybe she's the little girl of some rich dude."

"Alright, ma'am.  Bring your bag in and we'll talk."


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