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At this the first man looked a little flustered, but he turned to me and said: “Ok listen up. My name is uh; Fedrick*, and these guys are Harry, Enrico, Mike, and Jorge. We’re going to knock over the HSBC on 124th street, and we can’t leave you here so you’re gonna have to come with us.”
I thought it would be very rude of me to refuse to join them, even if they were bank robbers, so I consented. They gave me a black head covering and we all went down the elevator and got into a safe-looking corverre. We drove for a few minutes until we came to a big bank with lots of Chinese letters on it. Then the men got out of their car and started to try and unlock the doors without setting off any alarms. I thought I should help them because they had been so nice in letting me come along, so I got out. I went over to the door and had a brilliant idea. I had been wondering why the men didn’t just break the glass doors, but they might not have thought of it, so I took my purse and swung it so that the hard buttons would hit and shatter the glass. They did, but I think one of the men must have set off an alarm at that very moment because all of the sudden we heard very loud bell ringing inside the bank. The men jumped into their corverre but it wouldn’t start, so the police soon came and arrested us all.
Well, the police took us to the station and after a lot of questions, they sent me to see the chief, who was very nice and offered me some coffee. The coffee came in handy because the chief wanted me to tell him my entire story. After I finished (it was a long tale indeed) he burst out laughing, asked my name, and if I had any relatives nearby. I told him I didn’t know where I was and this made him even merrier. He was a very jolly police chief.
When he had stopped giggling he told me the name of the city and I remembered that my grandniece Catherine lived there, so he telephoned her and in half an hour she and her husband Richard came to pick me up.
I stayed with them for a few days and after that they took me home on the ferries.
*This misspelling is entirely intentional.
I thought it would be very rude of me to refuse to join them, even if they were bank robbers, so I consented. They gave me a black head covering and we all went down the elevator and got into a safe-looking corverre. We drove for a few minutes until we came to a big bank with lots of Chinese letters on it. Then the men got out of their car and started to try and unlock the doors without setting off any alarms. I thought I should help them because they had been so nice in letting me come along, so I got out. I went over to the door and had a brilliant idea. I had been wondering why the men didn’t just break the glass doors, but they might not have thought of it, so I took my purse and swung it so that the hard buttons would hit and shatter the glass. They did, but I think one of the men must have set off an alarm at that very moment because all of the sudden we heard very loud bell ringing inside the bank. The men jumped into their corverre but it wouldn’t start, so the police soon came and arrested us all.
Well, the police took us to the station and after a lot of questions, they sent me to see the chief, who was very nice and offered me some coffee. The coffee came in handy because the chief wanted me to tell him my entire story. After I finished (it was a long tale indeed) he burst out laughing, asked my name, and if I had any relatives nearby. I told him I didn’t know where I was and this made him even merrier. He was a very jolly police chief.
When he had stopped giggling he told me the name of the city and I remembered that my grandniece Catherine lived there, so he telephoned her and in half an hour she and her husband Richard came to pick me up.
I stayed with them for a few days and after that they took me home on the ferries.
*This misspelling is entirely intentional.
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