Greed

Moses went to the fridge, looking at the magnet on the front with the note. 'Spaghetti on the top shelf. Out with Barbie and John.' Moses snorted. Barbie Putnam, until recently the First Lady until her husband had termed out, had taken his perfect little bride under her wing. Moses heated up the spaghetti, eating it morosely, then finally getting up and walking to Allie William's house.

"You got any wine?" he asked, looking a little ****. "Elizabeth is out and I could use a glass."

"I figured Miss Perfect would always have a bottle," Allie said sourly. "Teddy is out, so I'll split a bottle with you."

***

Moses was soused, but he made sure that Allie was more drunk. Girls were more open when they were drunk, and it wasn't hard to unearth the source of marital strife. The financial juggling. The unsecured loans at a high interest rate. The not paying one bill to pay another. The house they really couldn't afford.

"You know, I know some fellas they could help you out," Moses suggested casually. Allie wiped her tear strewn face, hiccuping drunkenly.

"Yeah, more years and a higher interest rate," she slurred.

"Nah, nothing like that," Moses said, flashing his most earnest smile.

"Yeah, right," she said. "Probably requires me being a whore or some shit."

"Nah, these guys are cool, I promise," Moses insisted. She hiccuped again, weighing her options.

"Teddy can never know," she said finally. "We'd have to meet at your place."

"No problem, with Elizabeth focused on her career it is very quiet," the friendly neighbor replied.