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A couple of minutes later, again a chain of knocks caused Emily to retract her steps and open the door. She found the same pale, double-chinned face of Madame Tào, keeping both her hands on the waist. Her skeptical eyebrows shot up. "Who was the man Ruby was talking to?"

Upon hearing that, Emily felt a twinge of terror shooting up her spine. "Uh, just a random folk . . . simply liked our performance and sang appreciations. Nothing much."

"These appreciations are of zero value when one doesn't bring any business."

Ruby could hear all of it so clearly under her blanket, that her ears started to bleed with anger. But a sudden mention of that man amid a conversation had her rolling her eyes for the millionth time.

Ruby didn't hold back her fury and that's why she flung off her blanket to the side, storming toward the door. "You should get this problem fixed first." Ruby flew a hand toward the utensil that had been water-filled to a little finger length.

Madame Tào's face twisted at the sight and once again brought out her iron-willed side in light. She left and Ruby stood watching her go farther and farther away until her head appeared pint-sized.

"Did you see that bitch's attitude?" Ruby said, opening her mouth in disappointment.

Emily nodded helplessly. "Forget her. You, I, and Layla are going to have an eat-out tomorrow. Yes! There is this person who sells hot and spicy chicken nuggets down the alley. You will love it." She raised a high five and Ruby snatched her envelope from her hand.

She stooped down to change into her sneakers and wore her long denim long coat that was hanging on a feeble nail sprouted from the wall. "I'm going for a run, will be back in ten minutes."

"Just don't go far in the dark areas. It's unsafe for the girls." Emily waited on the door until Ruby swaggered down the staircase.

Ruby's hand was warming up inside her coat's pocket with money. She wanted to smoke a cigarette, a bad habit that she had picked recently and the only thing she had kept from Emily.

She sat on the armrest of a dusty sofa in the deep alley, deliberating pushing back the thought of violating Emily's mandate. Several other retarded items surrounded her densely. Her thin fingers slid into the sofa cushion and she impressively lit it with her lighter.

She was fascinated watching how easily the polluted balls of tobacco mixed into the tepid air. In between taking the long and hungry drag of it, she wilted and began coughing hard. Her eyes were hanging from their sockets; She was guilty of complicity. "Argh, it was almost going to choke me to death." She pulled out her tongue in distaste.

At another moment, something thwacked near the street pole against the metal shade tilted on the bricked wall, and she got frightened, standing in the pose of a surfer, "Oh-Jesus-save-me."

It turned out to be a dog whose ribs were subtle, staring at her from afar and going on his mission to find a mouse or something.

She grew agitated and tossed the middle-finger-sized burning cigarette in the crushed tin trash can that was lying horizontal, and decided to walk home.

She would have hardly come out of the alley and was only a dozen-long- stride away from her destination when she heard a livid man's loud moans erupting and breaking the dull ambiance of the area. He was sitting on the bench with a MacDonald dinner box. "Lovely taste! I wonder how will I finish this whole meal."

Ruby gulped thickly, reveling in the white sauce trickling from between his fingers, and the crunchy noise of spinach crushing underneath his teeth.

"It's getting messier," he laughed, enticing interest in her. "But I'm lovin' it."