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68

Fleeced

When Daphne hung up the phone, she was afraid to go back and tell Jacques that Thomas wouldnt sell the sheep to him. Be a good actress, she told herself. Thats what counts.

She sashayed over to where Jacques had planted his directors chair. His cigarette holder was dangling out of his mouth, and his black beret was back in place.

Well?

Daphne laughed as though she didnt have a care in the world. It turns out, Jacques, that the sheep have deep, deep meaning for the club.

What do you mean deep meaning?

I mean that they are an important part of the clubs history, and theyre not interested in selling them.

Jacques removed the cigarette holder from his mouth. Dont you want parts in my movies? Starring roles?

Of course I do, Jacques. Its a privilege for me to work with you.

Those sheep are magic, Jacques said, pointing to Dolly and Bah-Bah. I dont know what it is about them, but theyve got something special. And I want them! I want, I want, I WANT THOSE SHEEP! And you are the only one who can arrange that. So do it! Tell them well give them fifty thousand dollars. He turned away and flicked his hand. Get a check from whats his name and take it up there now. Make sure they accept it!

A moment later, Daphne took the check that had been hastily scrawled, raced down the steps to the street, and hightailed it up to the club as though her life depended on it.


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