Utter Chaos

Sammy Gronemann

1918

IV

These last words—spoken in all seriousness—completely confused Heinz. He thought he hadn’t heard right.

“Sorry—What do you have?”

“Patrol duty—Jacob can take care of the money now; you’ve seen that he knows how as much as I do. People are very impatient today because it’s payday everywhere.”

“On account of the coming holiday?”

“Certainly…

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