say a price. A price that caught my attention. That wasn’t the right price, it was a dollar more. It all made sense now. One hundred people had to go in their daily to purchase AT LEAST a pound of ice, sometimes up to twenty. I didn’t know what came over me, but I needed to say something to my boss. I walked out of the shack and straight into the office. I knew what I had to do. The next day the posters and beer cans from my room had gotten on the ferry and left for Kentucky. No more unwelcomed sleepless nights due to music, no more screaming in the room while I tried to read, but most importantly, Rob could no longer steal from the innocent on Block Island. As word got around of my good deeds, my pay increased, and my grandfather’s smile grew by the day. The family that had doubted me revoked their claims when they came out and heard the good things from my boss and grandpa. I was partying and meeting girls from all over the country every weekend while also getting praise from my family. I was the king of the world. As the summer came to a close my whole extended family and I had a big dinner on my grandpa’s boat. My grandpa insisted that I show off my work uniform to the rest of the family. Smiles and laughs echoed around the table for the first time in what felt like forever and it made me feel amazing that it was because of what I was doing. At the end of the dinner my grandpa stood up from his chair and banged his glass with his spoon. “Harry, you have made me so proud. You’ve made it clear that we still have hard workers left in this family, and you’ve proved that to the whole island. I mean for god sakes you’re making more than the dockmaster himself just from selling ice.”
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