Bank of Rachel
I got to the LaLa this morning and Giovanni basically had brought Jesus in to “help” him. I said no, I am not the Bank of Rachel, much as everyone believes I am around here. He got very insulted and said that he wasn’t trying to rip me off and that Jesus was going to help him. I said no, I am not paying him.
I did pay Jesus for two hours of work and then at noon when I was headed back to the house to check on the counter tops – I saw Giovanni and Jesus walking down the bayou – on their way to get lunch, G said.
G didn’t show up all afternoon. Somewhere in his dimunitive thoughts, he was thinking, “I’ll show her.”