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‘Mr. Green’ had been tending to his garden in the front yard when he received the letter. At first his heart sunk as he saw the familiar envelope slip from the mail carrier’s hand into the postbox, but as he read the invitation, the rest of his organs quickly followed suit.
The payments as of late had been getting steeper, and at this rate, his funds were beginning to run dry. Something had had to give, and give it did. He was invited to an evening at a secluded mansion about half an hour’s drive east.
Of course, he couldn’t opt not to go to the dinner; that was out of the question. No, for better or for worse, something big was happening that night, and he’d be damned if he wasn’t there to see it.
The afternoon before the fateful event, he ironed his navy blue suit and pants, carefully selecting colors that did not match his moniker in an attempt to avoid being seen as tacky (from an outside perspective, one could easily tell he did not succeed, but the effort is what counted.)
The only remotely green item on him was the carnation peeking cautiously out of his lapel. Clearly this was related to the blackmail, and in all honesty, Mr. Green was tired of hiding. Even as a self-proclaimed coward, he could still go down with his pride. See, Mr. Green’s greatest secret, the thing that put him at risk in regard to national security, was his status as a homosexual. Apparently, his blackmailer had taken notice of the fact that Mr. Green had been unmarried for a suspiciously long time— most other men his age already had children. But his fate had been sealed when he had come too far out of his shell and been just a bit too bold propositioning the wrong man.
‘I should have just kept my damned mouth shut,’ he would say to himself, night after night, as he wondered how he would scrounge up the next payment.
But now, one way or another, his troubles seemed to be coming to an end.