She had come to our house as requested, to perform some minor chore or repair. When finished, she handed me the bill. It was for $1,021. I told her we would not pay that amount, for what was worth only about $21, but we might have been ok with $121 or so. She started to cry, said she knew the bill was too much, but that she needed money to support her children, one of whom had accompanied her, a boy about 11 years old. I told her I would look up the usual amount paid for her work and pay her that in cash. She was happy to agree.
I went to my computer, which had recently been moved to another position by a family member. It was problematic because what had been on the right side was now on the left side and the computer itself was against the wall. But I was able to adjust to the change, only to find that a small integral part, the master key to its usage, was missing. The search of the household began, and the missing piece eventually located, the finder holding it up in triumph. I hurried to the computer, the woman and child eagerly waiting to find out how much they would receive. The story ends.
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