mr jesse james, the richest man in the world, walks into a bank. he carries a new suitcase in his hand, and is accompanied by the lady in red, who is wearing a new fox stole purchased just that morning.
the head cashier, mister william mckinley, recognizing mr james, comes out to greet him.
what can i do for you this morning, sir, mckinley asks.
i want to close my account. i have 222 billion dollars in it and i wish to withdraw it.
certainly, sir. would you like a cashier’s check for the amount? that might be most convenient, although of course it is up to you.
jesse james swings his suitcase up on to a counter beside him. no, i would like it all in crisp new one dollar bills. put them in this case.
certainly sir. it might take a little while.
i am no hurry, but i would like it as soon as possible.,
of course sir. would you like to wait in my office?
no need for that.
very well, sir. i will be as quick as i can.
william mckinley takes the empty suitcase and disappears into the depths of the bank.
the lady in red tugs at the ends of her new fox stole. how long is this going to take? she asks jesse james.
not that long. what is your hurry?
i want to get to the island before the tourists, that’s all.
don’t worry, we will. i will have the tourists and the rabble held up at the dock, if necessary.
outside, the limousine waits with the motor running. the chauffeur, john dillinger, leans against the hood of the sleek vehicle, eating a bag of pretzels. he is careful not to get any crumbs on the car.
a light rain begins to fall.
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