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Central International Airport Chapter #7"Up front, or no deal." by: Stumpy   She could feel the man's anger almost get the better of him behind her back, but he managed to contain himself.
"Of course," he said begrudgingly.
Kanya turned to face him, "plus expenses on return, of course. You like dolphins kid?" She smiled at the boy, who beamed back a big grin. If she was going to do this, they might as well have some fun.
The man gritted his teeth. "Alright," he said, through a clenched jaw.
He pushed the boy toward Kanya and led the way to the nearest ATM.
"Who is he to you, anyway?" she asked. "You don't look old enough to be his father."
The man shot her a dirty look, but answered the question. "He's my wife's kid. Part of the package. Worst deal I ever made."
What an awful thing to say in front of the boy, she thought. She shot the kid another apologetic look.
"So where's Mom?" she asked.
"Skipped out," the man seethed, angrily stabbing at the buttons on the ATM. "Ran off with some toy-boy and left me holding the baby. So to speak."
Some new toy-boy, she thought, to replace the old toy-boy who was too young to be the kid's dad. Mom was just as much a piece of work as step-dad. She wondered what had happened to the boy's biological father, but thought the better of asking.
The man counted out twenty crisp Bermudan $100 bills into Kanya's hand. Knowing the Bermudan dollar was pegged one-to-one to the US dollar, she didn't quibble over the currency. She tucked the wad of bills into her bra and unzipped the duffle just far enough to get her hand inside. She pulled out one of the three unused mobile phones she had bought at duty free on the way through and turned it on. Punching quickly through the setup, she found and read out the mobile number for the man to enter into his own phone.
"Text me from yours," she said. She wanted to make sure the number she got from the guy was legit. He did. It was; for now at least.
"Alright, it's almost 3pm. We'll meet you back here at 3pm the day after tomorrow. Bring your ATM card, because we will be entertaining ourselves, won't we kid?" She winked at the boy. "We'll be staying at..."
"I don't care," he said and stalked off toward the taxi stands.
"Wow. Alright," said Kanya to nobody in particular. "What's your name, kid?"
"Benjamin."
"That's quite a mouthful, Benjamin. Can I call you Ben?" The boy smiled and nodded.
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