Lucius Jones was a cruddy and cantankerous bigoted racist. Anyone who didn’t agree with his ideas could “go straight to hell," and anyone who wasn’t from the same race as him, could “burn in hell”. There was a decided difference between the two damnations and Lucius would be more than obliged to explain it to anyone who thought otherwise, if only anyone had the backbone to ask him. He was a crusty, willowy scarecrow looking old man with long gangly limbs, a thin narrow frame and an even thinner face with a hollowed out right eye socket. The empty hole could hold a glass eye, but Lucius chose not to use one and he refused to wear an eye patch. He knew it made people uncomfortable and he liked that.
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I’ve seen you in the wicked winter air scooping the walks leading to the front door of this business before that garbage-bag of a human you call your boss was even out of bed. You can’t tell me he doesn’t treat you like chattel. He’s so tight, I bet he doesn’t pay you a penny more than he has to either.” Lucius waited and watched for any sign of Ina May being more rattled than she already was, instead he noticed her bosom rise and then fall, he heard her long, slow, drawn-out exhale and knew that she had regained her composure, that she was back on solid ground in the conversation. “Lucius,” Ina May smoothly said, “Mr. Hobbs treats me well and he pays me enough so that I can afford to live. It’s a lot more than what some people have.” Sensing he was losing his factor of shock and intimidation, Lucius quickly darted his eye around the lobby, looking for something to spark another nasty comment. He noticed that Ina May had quickly glanced out of the window, and his eye followed her gaze. There, walking by the building, he found his next conversation