The boss looked down at her hands as she counted the money. She had her back at him. The boxes were on the sack truck, ready to be delivered. She held him back with words. The customer in front of her waited for her money. I was next in line. She talked dialect to him. Then suddenly she switched and everybody understood.
- You take too many liberties, she said to the errand boy. - That's it, too many liberties. She hadn't finished with him.
He looked down for a second, maybe two, he had a long life's experience with those eyes. The white in his beard was not as familiar, but his eyes, they were the best on the dock, no doubt. There were 24 beers in each box, there were three of them. He would get his share, one or two each. The boss knew. He got more than he was entitled to, that's how it was with this hustler. He took too many liberties. They were in line to get his place. He knew that. If he thought that just because they once went to school together, he could take these libertien, he would have to thnk again. And this story about his miserable teeth, she didn't believe it. Not a word of it. He would use anything to get his liberties. She had a business to run. He had nothing. Nothing! And he would get away with his liberties.
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