He smiled to himself while taking a seat beside his next victim.
“Did you bring the money?”
“Just slide it over, noone will see.”
The newspaper shook some.
“Hurry up please, I have more stops to make and I have to get back to my cell before they notice me missing.”
The newspaper suddenly dropped on the ground and the person was gone in the blink of an eye.
Laughing out loud, Arthur bent down to pick up the newspaper and waited for someone else to come by.
It didn’t take long until he saw someone walking his way. Quickly he put the newspaper in front of his face.
“You are late! I said 11am sharp and its 11:01.”
The gentleman sitting beside Arthur got a confused look on his face.
“Hand it over.”
“Hand what over? Sir, I don’t know what you are talking about!”
“Oh No, you are one of them!” Arthur kept the newspaper in front of him hiding his wide smile as he spoke.
“One of who?” The gentleman was so confused now and half afraid. Standing up he shook his head and walked away.
Oh this was fun, thought Arthur. It sure beat sitting in his cell.
Thinking of what line he would use next the lady’s voice took him by surprise.
“Hand it over.”
Recognizing the voice his heart sank. He lowered the newspaper just enough to peer over it.
His eyes met Nurse Julie’s piercing eyes and raised eyebrows.
“What are we going to do with you? Mr. Appleton was throwing a fit this morning when he couldn’t find his golf cart!”
“The keys please.”
Reluctantly Arthur handed them over. It wasn’t all a loss, he had managed to stay out longer this time before he got caught.
Arthur did like Nurse Julie and he didn’t want her mad at him.
“I was only having some fun. How many times can one be expected to play Bingo. Plus that crazy Charlotte lady always sits beside me and talks my ear off! Not to mention that she must pour a gallon of perfume on herself!”
Laughing, Nurse Julia took Arthur’s arm while they walked to the golf cart. “She is sweet on you!”
“Can we swing by the Dairy Queen, before you take me back to my cell?”
“Arthur! Stop calling it a cell! You aren’t at a jail. Its the Golden Oaks Home.”
“Whatever” he said, with a teasing glint in his eye. “Now about that icecream..”
Julie laughed, “You are impossible, you know! What flavor do you want this time?”