Leo grabbed his hand. “Fine. I’ll behave. For a week.”
The door swung open before he knocked. A woman with spectacles balanced on a nose like a crow’s beak peered out. “You’re late. The morning slot went to a man who tried to trap a leprechaun with a Pringles can. He failed. You’ll do better.” tricky traps & naughty
Finn looked up. Sure enough, a fishing net was rigged among the dusty chandelier crystals. Leo grabbed his hand
The first customer came at 3 p.m. A boy named Leo, age ten, with a rap sheet of naughtiness that included hiding his teacher’s coffee mug, replacing the sugar with salt, and teaching the class hamster to flip its water bottle at substitute teachers. For a week
He took a step toward the armchair.
“That’s the spirit,” Finn said, hauling him out.