Two men, one blond and one brunette, walked into the lobby of the First National Bank; all was serene, a typical work day with Solo taking personal note of several lovely tellers behind the counter helping a few customers. One in particular, a redhead, caught his eye.
Napoleon took out his wallet, removing a check and at a nearby desk, endorsed it.
Illya, being nosy, peeked over his partner’s shoulder, looking at the amount.
“If you want to know, all you have to do is ask,” the American said out of the side of his mouth.
“Sorry I apologize. That was rude of me...a check from your Aunt Amy?”
“Yes, for my birthday,” Napoleon smiled.
“That my friend is a substantial gift.”
“What can I say, I’m her favorite nephew...and since she has no children, she does tend to be rather generous not to only me, but to my brother and sisters as well.”
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