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Baby Birds in Boxes, part 2
Written By: Anonymous
Fiction
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And turn off your phone! If they hear your phone, even if you don’t answer it, they get mad.
The client will need you for something, I don’t know for what. They’re paying for care. Think of it like that. We care for their things, we care for them. If we could wrap them in brown and stow them away, we would. And they would tip us huge.
Just look at this place.
Never say stuff like that, “Just look at this place.” Not to the loading boys and never, ever to the client. They don’t want to hear us gawking. And who knows why they’re leaving? The money’s all gone. Somebody had an affair. A kid died.
After the pots, the silverware. You wrap each fork, knife, and spoon separately. You can’t use enough brown paper.
Everything until now was just to clear the way for all the glass. People in houses like these love glass. They have tons of it. They don’t even call it glass. They call it crystal.
You take the glass one piece at a time. Both hands, ten fingers. Don’t hold the glass up in the air any longer than y