Uncle Barron's hesitant, stammering voice came from the other end of the line."Elden… J-Just cut us some slack, okay? Your aunt is young and doesn't know better… So you can just pay, and I-I'll get it back for you."His voice sounded weak and lacked conviction.Before I, Elden Huff, could answer, his much-younger wife, Hilda Ross, who'd been listening in nearby, snatched the phone away and started cursing at him over the line."Cut us slack? Get back what? You're trash, Barron! Do you have a death wish?""Stop the act, both of you. I run the house now, and today, not a single penny is getting knocked off."With that, she hung up with a sharp snap.Holding my phone, I stared at her, a woman barely my age, and found it all utterly absurd.My girlfriend, Mildred McClure, tugged on my sleeve and whispered, "Elden… Maybe we should just call the police?"Hilda heard her and let out a short, mocking laugh. Then, she suddenly pulled out her phone from her pocket, set up a tripod with
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