Snake in the Grass (IV.)

I always called it "The Master Bag" in my head, because it was the big bag she took from to weigh everyone's orders out. Always it sat on the desk next to her computer where she played between deals, always in my mind the waiting for an opportunity to snatch it. If I left my car unlocked before I went in, and her husband wasn't in the room, I could picture myself grabbing it and darting out of the house and never coming back. I thought about how little I'd lose finding another dealer after it eventually ran out, but then I thought about my Vans and the stains that never quite came out.