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"Listen. I'm not even supposed to be doing this today. I'm tired, I'm hungry, and I'm bitchy. Just take the damn credit card downpayment, and I'll get the money to you tomorrow." The door opens, and Mark stands on the other side. "Of course I have the.... Just, never mind. I'll send cash with Adam later. Yes, two thousand dollars." Slamming the phone shut, Mark walks fully in, wearing a yamulke, a Fire on Eleventh and B T-shirt and a pair of jeans. "Ok, bar, you've shown up in some strange places, but the synagogue?" Sighing, he gets a glass of water from Bar and plunks at a table. You'll have to pardon him. He's dealing with his family.