"Nothing bad about that."
"Until Jason started having me charge the kids, if they chose to buy one. Then it got worse." Wilma hyperventilating, grabbing her chest.
"Let me get you some water," Brice said.
Wilma grabbed his hand and rested her face against the backside. "I'm going to jail. Jason has skimmed off the lunch money by charging kids a reduce lunch when they have qualified for free lunches. I have their approved applications and each day they pay and I know I'm doing wrong."
"Make a copy of the names for me," Brice said. Real evidence to put Jason away, about time.
"No." Wilma jerked on the stool. "Don't go to Jason about it I'm not ending up like Nicholson."
Brice grabbed her arms and stared into her eyes. Her body trembled. "You have to toughen up. I wasn't going to him baby," Brice said. "I'm going to the police. But first I've gotta go to the top of the rusty chain to rattle lose the links. Jason's not alone in this."
"Be careful, Brice," Wilma said scooting the stool around to a box under a crate of apples. She handed him an apple then pulled the applications from the box. "You're not invincible." He reached for them and picked up the receipts from the vendor who donated the food. "You keep them. I don't want to be caught with the evidence."
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