<div style="text-align: justify;">Clarence laughed softly and took another swig off his drink when Clyde said what one considered a temper the other considered sass. <span style="font-style: italic">"I would like to see you try"</span>, he replied, shaking his head. Knowing Clyde the way he knew - probably better than his own family -, Clarence didn't doubt his friend could try. What he did doubt was that Clyde, or any man, for that matter, could tame Bonnie.<br/><br/>Leaving the matter aside, Clarence focused on the task at hand. He didn't like Clyde's line of 'work', but he was always there to lend a hand. Clyde was his best friend, after all, and Clarence would hate to see him landed in jail, or worse. So, he did whatever he could to make sure that didn't happen. <br/><br/>Of course, hearing Clyde ask for what he wanted was a lot of fun. Clyde was, and had always been, the kind of guy to take what he wanted instead of asking, and watching him do it was entertaining. But that wasn't all there was to it. Clarence also needed to know exactly what would be required for the job, so he didn't mess up. Since he was going to do it, despite his misgivings, he would do it right.<br/><br/>When Clyde said he needed burlap sacks, Clarence raised both eyebrows. That didn't sound good. <span style="font-style: italic">"Clyde..."</span>, Clarence started, not sure how to approach his concerns. <span style="font-style: italic">"I have a bad feeling about this, and I won't ask any questions. I don't wanna know more than I need. I'll get what you ask, but be careful"</span>.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">________________________________________________</div><br/><br/>While the two men talked, Bonnie walked around, looking for a job. At this point, anything at all would do. She looked around at any place where she could see a sign of 'help wanted', no matter how bad it looked. Small dirty bars, even, but not even there she could get a job. It was frustrating, to say the least. Had she been anyone else, and Bonnie would probably have cried. But Bonnie didn't have time to cry.<br/><br/>Spending her last spare change in coffee and a sandwich, she sat down to draw a plan. She would have to hit the banks, and hope to come up with a convincing enough story so that she could get a loan to pay for her way back to Texas. Or, if all else failed, there was Clarence. She would have to swallow her pride, apologize and ask for that loan. Hopefully, that wouldn't be necessary.<br/><br/>If that also failed... she was royally screwed.</div>