The Down Payment

Jimmy emptied his beer, belched, and immediately opened another one. He lay outstretched on the worn down couch, staring ahead, moody. "Let them come...", he muttered. "Let them come, let them come..." Sylvia parrotted him. "Jimmy, you can't brawl your way out of this one! You can take down three of them, four; maybe even five. And then they return with ten guys, you end up in the slammer and I'm on the street without a dime!" He looked her in the face, irritated, but she wouldn't back down. "We have to make a few hundred bucks this week. That way we can make a down payment and ask for a postponement for the rest. Then they will back off for a few weeks, and we can come up with something new."

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