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on his shoulder.
     
    “Let’s get the hell up out of here,” he furiously pushed off the dresser to stand.
     
    “We’re not putting the dresser and vent back …?”
     
    “No,” He cut her off. “Let him see what I did when he comes home this morning. Let him see that I took what was mine. What he chose over me.”
     
    He stormed out of the room the best he could on his bad wheel with her following. He opted to exit through the main apartment door as opposed to heading back down the fire escape. The radiating pain in his knee increased with each step as if someone was taking a chainsaw to it, and he felt that he would not survive the descent. As they turned the corner to the living room, Rosemary halted as something caught her eye.
     
    “Hey Laurence, you want to take some of these?” Rosemary motioned. “Might be able to cop a couple of bucks for them?”
     
    Laurence stopped and turned looking back at the display case his father built to house his son’s medals and trophies.
     
    “No,” he shook his head. “They’re worthless …leave them.”
     
    “You sure yo,” she scratched. “They look pretty valuable …”
     
    He hobbled back over walking past her and gripping the side of the trophy case. With one motion he sent it toppling to the floor. Glass flew everywhere, and the case and some of the bigger trophies broke into pieces.
     
    “Jesus!” She jumped out of her skin. “I thought you said not to trash the place?”
     
    “Come on!” He grabbed her arm almost dragging her away. “We got what we came for.”
     
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    Almost thirty minutes later, Laurence and Rosemary stood in one of the few pawn shops in Flatbush where they could sell an item without the owner asking questions. The proprietor who everyone called Pops was a husky short man of Latin-Italian descent and three years Laurence’s father’s senior. Calmly he strolled from the back of his store where he examined the value of items holding the scepter in his hand, while his loupe still sat atop his forehead. He calmly placed the scepter down on the display cabinet as an anticipating Laurence and salivating Rosemary waited to hear its astronomical value.
     
    “This ain’t worth shit,” Pops flatly said.
     
    “Say what?” Laurence scowled his face.
     
    “What the fuck are you talking about Pops?” Rosemary frantically chimed in.
     
    “Oh I’m sorry,” Pops scoffed a sarcastic apology. “Allow me to clarify, this … ain’t …worth … jack shit. First of all, this shit that looks like gold ain’t made of gold.”
     
    “So what the hell is it?” Laurence nervously asked.
     
    “That’s the problem; I can’t place this type of metal anywhere on the Periodic Table. Whatever this thing is, it’s harder than anything I’ve ever seen,” Pops shook his head. “And the gems, which don’t look like any gems I’ve ever seen either, are just as hard. I’m tried to pry one of the eyes out, and the shit bend two of my tools in half. Where’d you say you got this?”
     
    “It’s a family heirloom,” Laurence answered while shamefully glancing away.
     
    Pops gave him a disappointed look as he slid the scepter back across the top of the display cabinet to him.
     
    “Whatever this is, you need to take it back where the hell you found it, and leave it there.”
     
    “But you said that the gems are gems right?” Rosemary smacked her hands on the counter. “Even if you don’t recognize them, they’re worth something!”
     
    “Take my advice with what little brain cells you got left between the two of you,” Pops pointed a finger at them. “I got a bad vibe while examining this shit, as if it’s alive or something.”
     
    “We didn’t come here for any of your stupid fucking brewha shit man!” She snapped.
     
    “It’s call brujería you stupid little crackwhore,” Pops shot back at her. “Now get