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going to get him out of there in a reasonable amount of time.
     
    The boy started ringing him up so he could pay while the old man finished up getting all the fish together. Perfect -- they had figured out multitasking. He could see the boy’s face, looking like he was having a stroke or choking on something, when the final total came up on the register.
    Andy couldn’t help but give a smug grin as he pulled his cash from his pocket again and began counting. The older gentleman was placing all of his order into a paper bag and spotted the money that was being slapped down on the counter. They acted like they’d never seen that much cash in one place before. Both of them let their eyes get so big, Andy was sure they were just going to pop right out of their head.
     
    “Keep the change,” Andy said generously as the older man handed the heavy paper bag over the counter. He was definitely going to get his feast.
     
    He strolled out of there giving a wave goodbye to the two men. He didn’t feel so bad for them anymore, knowing that he probably gave them their biggest order of the day. He put the bag of fish in the basket at the back of his bike and grabbed for his phone. He glanced at the time and stomped his feet a bit like a child. He was really going to have to get a move on if he was going to have the dinner ready in time.
     
    He needed to make one last trip, to the mall to grab some kind of jewelry for Melanie. Women, whether they wore jewelry or not, always thought of it as the best gift a guy could give. It was a gift that meant a man had spent his hard-earned money on her that she could show off to everyone else. It also emblazoned them with the status of “taken.” It let other men know she was desirable but off limits and other women know that she was better than they were. It was the hierarchy of women and relationships. He’d learned it a long time ago.
     
    As he started up his bike, he ignored the fact that he felt a strange tingle on the back of his neck, the kind that let you know someone was watching you. The problem with having been an addict in the past is knowing when you’re falling into it again, and Andy could feel it in his chattering teeth, his misfiring nerve endings, and his depressed soul that he was trying to hide with attitude. He honestly felt like he was going to die if he didn’t have more.
     
    He couldn’t help but think about the fact that Zoey’s place was on the way to the mall. He would pass right by that part of town. He sighed deeply, thinking about whether or not he should risk it. He didn’t want to get held up any longer knowing Melanie would be home in just a couple hours. But he also knew he couldn’t be around her like this and fix things. He was too irritable. He had to try something. He would have to wean himself off of it and get a grip on reality again.
     
    He took off with a purpose, knowing that he was headed straight for Zoey’s, the decision having been made. He’d have to beg for forgiveness later.
     
    Somehow it didn’t surprise him that Zoey answered the door in a nightie, two men already traipsing through the house scantily clad. She had a pipe in her hand, and he knew it wasn’t just nicotine she was inhaling. “What brings you here today, Andy? Have you come to join my little party? I have to say, I don’t recall sending you an invitation.” Everything that came out of her mouth sounded sexual.
     
    Andy was sure to keep his eyes trained on her face, his mind set on one mission only. “I came to replenish my stash, Zoey, that’s all.” It came out sounding pretty cold and harsh. Hopefully, he wasn’t pissing her off or else he’d probably be shit out of luck.
     
    “Well, in that case, come in and have a seat. I’ll have what you want ready in a moment.” She glared daggers at him, letting him know she was not happy with his rude intrusion. At least she hadn’t said no. That’s all that really mattered at the moment.
     
    Andy sat