At the apartment, Russell passed through the first floor and noticed that the door to the 2 Broke Girls' place was open. Puzzled, he walked inside.
He remembered Caroline once complaining about Max when he watched the show, saying that Max never closed the door when she waxed herself.
Not the bedroom door—the front door to their home.
As both their neighbor and a police officer, Russell felt obligated to remind Max that in a dangerous, mixed-bag area like New York, she had to close the garage door while cleaning her vehicle, or criminals might force their way in.
No one was home. Max and Caroline were both absent. Russell checked the time; it was already eight in the evening, time for the two women to start their night shift at the diner.
"They're not home, and they didn't even close the door. If you two don't go bankrupt, who will?"
Russell shook his head speechlessly, took a carrot from the refrigerator, fed it to their pet horse Chestnut Treasure, then closed the door and left.
On the second floor, the door to the place Leon rented was open too. Russell spread out his telepathy and was instantly rendered speechless.
Max and Caroline lay side by side by the window. Caroline held a check in her hand, and the expressions of shock and satisfaction on their faces were incredibly complicated.
Russell sighed, walked over to the refrigerator, and took out Leon's favorite drink—milk.
He poured it over the two women lying flat on the floor. The flow and angle were perfectly controlled, with it all going into their four nostrils.
"Cough, cough, cough—"
"God, I'm drowning on land!"
The two unlucky women coughed themselves awake from their fainting spell. The next second, they showed Russell through their actions why they