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room, grab a notebook and
begin listing out all of my qualities.   I
need to have some ammo for when he gets back from springing Mickey.  
    Writing down what assets I bring to the
club began feeling like a chore after fifteen minutes of sitting there with a
blank page.   I could hear Rodney’s voice
in my head telling me to assert myself to gain my father’s respect.  
    I begin writing.   I can bail members out of jail.   I can type fast.   Being a former bill collector at a bank means
that I can help with the finances should the treasurer be absent for any
reason.   I can also collect money from
past due members.   I can do
fundraising.   I can search county
records, investigate people and I can run anywhere the club needs me to.   Hell, that’s more than a lot of the full
patch members already do.
    I fire myself up for the
confrontation.   I need to be strong and
resilient.   My dad is a tough nut to
crack, but crack he will.
    Two hours pass and dad walks in the door,
buzzed from sharing a beer with his old Irish friend.   I hear him padding down to his office and I
gather that there’s no time like the present.  
    Walking into his office felt foreign to me
for some reason.   I could pay no
attention to feelings on the matter or him trying to rile me up.   This is a serious meeting.   With notebook in hand, I poke my head in his
office to see him smiling.   Perfect.
    I say, “Got a minute?”
    “Yeah, come on in,” he spouts off.
    I take a seat with my notebook in
hand.   I’m nervous and I bite my
lip.   He is preoccupied with something
and tells me, “Alright, make it quick.”
    “You said to come back when I’ve got some
kind of idea what I can bring to the club,” I say apprehensively.
    “Yeah and you feel that you’ve found the
answer in the span of five hours?” he teases sarcastically.
    “I made a list,” I say in response.
    He extends his giant hand to take the
notebook from me and he makes a dot next to each of the things I’ve listed on
the paper.  
    “Collections, investigations, fundraising,
and running your sister to her mother’s?”
    “It’s more than what a lot of the other
members are doing,” I tell him confidently.  
    “But favoritism,” he mutters.   I stop him dead in his tracks.
    “Don’t hand me that favoritism bullshit,
dad.   I’ve earned the right to be at
least considered a prospect.   You’ve let
less qualified people in.   Take
Alexandra, for instance.   She’s basically
in the club because she’s sleeping with Max.”
    “You know that’s not true,” he tells me.
    “Actually, I don’t,” I say candidly.   “I took a look at an application that she
used to get her old bartending job at the Corkscrew when I worked there.   Prior to this, she worked at a gas station.   Before that, she was a stripper.   Do I need to go on?”
    “You’re missing the point,” he decides.
    “I am?   Alright, then let me make a point,” I demand.
    “Oh yeah, smartass, what point is that?”
he asks with a smarmy attitude.
    “I guarantee that the Deathdealers would be happy to have me if the Dragons won’t.   In fact, any other club in the county would.   It’s not a threat, I’m just stating
facts.   I don’t want to join them, but
someone will find me qualified to help.   I’m not going to let up until you accept me, dad.”
    “Don’t ever say the Deathdealers ’
name in this house ever fucking again,” he says.   “But you do make good points.   Listen, I’m going to make you a prospect, and
before you jump for joy, you should know what that involves.   First, I’m going to treat you like everyone
else.”
    “I wouldn’t expect anything different,” I
say with a low voice trying not to interrupt him.
    “Secondly, I’m not happy with this at
all.   I wish you were like other girls
your age.   They’re busy in the suburbs
draining their parents’ bank accounts for college money.”
    “I think that ship has