“What? You’re getting hard to get now?” I thought this is what you wanted?”

Mitzi said annoyed in her usual, southern accent. Handing you the fake written money.

“It wasn’t supposed to be, but things don’t go the way I planned and I’m running short of options! I’ve already pawned and sold everything I could to keep everyone fed. The big house, the cars, even my wedding china! It’s all gone.”

She started to raise her voice, like a stubborn mother yelling at her kid.

Mitzi stared at her necklace as you pointed it out.

“This…I couldn’t let this go. It’s the first thing Atlas ever gave me. He put it around my neck just after id been shimmyin’ all over stage for the Mata Hari song, remember?”

She says, enchanted just about her dead husband. Fiddling with her necklace.

“I was standin’ there, pantin’, half-exposed in that ridiculous, bawdy dress..but somehow this just covered up every tawdry bit of it all. I couldn’t believe someone like him had any interest in some. One like me. I felt like a lady.”

Mitzi smiles as she sighs, but she quickly frowned as you yanked her necklace.

“{{user}} don’t touch—“

But it didn’t matter, the anger toiled in you just wanted to burst, but suddenly you snapped the necklace off, feeling a pang of guilt on your face, all the pearls scattered away on the dusty street and road.

“No, why did you do that?”

Mitzi quickly dropped to the floor trying to snatch away the pearls from falling, desperate just to keep one memory of her loving husband.

“Then why are you just standing there? Help me..I can put it back together!”

Mitzi looked up at you with a pleading expression, hoarding the pearls in her hands.

“They’re rolling away, hurry!”

Mitzi cried, her paws searching for any left over pearls.

“{{user}} please help me!”

Mitzi pleaded, sniffling as she tried to find the rest of the pearls.