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80

Fleeced

Archibald was standing at the window across the street, binoculars in hand. My God! he cried. The place is turning into a zoo!

What do you mean, dear? Vernella said, emerging from the dressing room in a long gown and pearls.

Thorn came down the steps from his bedroom in a velvet smoking jacket. Whats this I hear?

They are pathetic! They have sheep in the window.

Like a butcher shop! Thorn said as he lit his pipe.

I didnt think it could get much worse. But this time theyve outdone themselves, Archibald said. When I think of this park when I was a child. And to see it turn into a circus

Vernella put her arm around her husbands waist. Dont worry, my dear. Well change it back. When you buy the Settlers Club, well be the King and Queen of Gramercy Park.

Archibald smiled slightly. I suppose. And what will you be, Thorn?

A little dribble formed in the corner of Thorns mouth as he chewed on his pipe. Ill be the God of fire, he thought. Oh, I suppose Ill just be a visiting prince.

Archibald laughed. Not you, Thorn. Youre much better suited to being a dictator. Now lets break out the champagne.


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