With the new week a new batch of marijuana is ready for processing, which means a top to bottom sterilization of the Trim room. When asked where to help Donny was given a mop with telescopic handle and directed to the ceiling, mainly being taller than the others in the room.

Halfway across the ceiling Donny glimpses the Latin ladies cleaning conveyor and bins in an adjoining space, "man this is the cleanest I've ever seen. Could operate in here. Surprised we're doing this and not Ray and the others in sanitation."

Louisa notes, "Ray? Hah, both Marlena and me have had to clean up after their attempts on the washrooms. More puddles after they've cleaned then before."

"I see," wringing out the mop Donny surveys the ladies for Evelyn, "so those in the green-house help much here? Or elsewhere?"

"Sometimes," Louisa points to the green-house, "they have there own jobs out there." He figures Donny's looking for Evelyn. "You thinking you might like to work out there?"

"Not sure I'd like being under THAT lighting," he returns to wiping the ceiling, "think I'd be okay with the heat."

"Or the heat that radiates from a beautiful woman? No?" Louisa teases him about Evelyn than explains in Spanish to the guys Donny knows they know, which gets some smiles and laughs and Strother utters a comment about Donny keeping distant from her while Miguel is around.

Donny gets the gist of it with his limited Latin, "Miguel shouldn't have to worry about me. I've got a wife that I'm happy with."

Louisa nods with a knowing laugh, "doesn't always stop some. Like Miguel, he's been separated for years. His wife's trying to divorce him for continually cheating, but he refuses to sign anything."

"Couple locals like that too," Donny shakes his head working away, "I'd never cheat on Loril and have no reason to."

"Feel the same," Louisa gestures to the ladies, "Angelina's a beautiful woman as well. Yet her ex and father to their children cheated on her, and with and older barely pretty woman, sure she had more shape to the body but like trading a fine sports car for beat-up pick-up."

"Wow Angelina too, shame." Donny's not overly surprised having seen enough trash TV in life.

Ricky has to chime in, "one day, she'll be mine and I'll make her forget all about her EX-husband."

"Sure, sure," Louisa chuckles, "with her son looking just like his father be hard to do. What about Lorraine?" He hints at their clandestine relationship.

"What about Lorraine?" Ricky tries to play smooth, "She's already forgotten him."

Ricky laughs to himself for a moment, Louisa smiles while shaking the head.

The space becomes quiet of banter from the men, the women's voices carry through. Casually studying the guys Donny notices Ricky periodically looks for Lorraine.

Near finished cleaning Bill McLean arrives to set up the work lap-top and begin the day, "Ola, excellent job as always."

They group waves to him uttering differing simple greetings.

With Donny at the work-table Bill hesitates figuring out who it is, "Oh Don, good-morning." He sets the computer down, "What, Louisa pick you up this morning?"

"Good morning Bill," Donny keeps at the ceiling, "got my own ride. Actually got here before Louisa and the others."

"Oh, nice," Bill turns on the computer teasing, "looking for a promotion already? Or guilt over the lost product?"

"Left the house too early," Re-moistening the mop-head Donny confesses, "still feel like a shit for that."

"Ah-no worries," Bill taps the screen, "this might be." He turns to warn Louisa of what to expect, "Garlic Jelly this week."

The Latin group groans and Ricky backs up to inform the ladies.

Hearing the women groan similarly Donny has to ask Bill, "I take it this batch is no fun?"

"Nice THC levels, but tuff and sticky," Knowing there's been other issues Bill states, "one batch had mold starting in it. And of course didn't catch it until AFTER drying, Waste of time that was. And if the batches are buggy those little bastards end up adhered to the buds. The ladies will take lead for quality inspection so pick a spot with the boys in the back of the line."

"Line?" Looking for the conveyor Donny sees the ladies wheeling it into the room along with freshly sanitized stools, "oh here we go."

Bill pats Don's shoulder, "Good luck out there today."

"Okay," Don chuckles finishing up the ceiling.

Following the Latin ladies the local crew make their arrival minus Pete; taking his mother for appointments.

Slowly the room comes together and the green-house delivers the first cart. Right away Donny understands why they all groaned to the strain, the little bud leaves that normally easily snip away are a challenge; the stickiness of the strain keeps them in place and sometimes hidden. The tenacity of the strain requires effort to snip through. Snipping a branch no thicker than a toothpick felt like cutting a wet sticky toothpick. Fortunately for management no bugs or mold detected.

At lunch break just before the ladies momentarily let down their hair Louisa stopped them stating Donny's sultry thought on it.

The ladies quickly decided to have some fun with it. They all stood backing away from tables and each other to create space and turn towards Donny.

When he realizes they're all looking at him they all do their best sultry hair let downs, over swinging heads and the long locks for dramatic effect. Donny blushes beat red causing break-room wide laughter. The Latin ladies giggling away, turning towards each other while bundling up their hair.

Seeing Louisa with a big smile patting the leg Donny points at him with an awkward smile all his own.

The only one not amused in the room was Miguel and glared at Donny, who noticed.

Getting done earlier than expected that afternoon Donny was glad the hands and wrists got a break. Saying goodbye to the Trim room staff he was on the way home just before four.

Making a quick left turn along the gravel roads the Granada violently bumps like running over something of fair size. The front passenger end drops and scrapes dirt, Donny curses watching the front passenger tire bounce across the road and into the adjacent ditch. Cursing further he clutches the steering-wheel in both hands applies the brake and waits for the car to stop, grinding a rut across the intersection.

Stopped Donny's able to breath and get out to access the situation.

The front corner of the car where it met road is marred, the main wheel hub and bolts are still intact. Wondering if the lug-nuts weren't tightened enough or at all he retrieves the freed tire.

Opening the trunk Donny was thankful to find an older jack that he could finagle in place to get the front end up enough to get the tire back on. Needing nuts to keep the tire on for the remainder of the ride he borrows one from the other tires so this one has at least three.

On the slow ride home Donny's hopes became reality finding a tin of assorted lug-nut's in grandpa Al's old hardware collection. Just took an hour to find five that fit.

Scrubbing his hands doesn't hear the truck pull up and stop. Completing a semi-typical day Loril arrived home to dinner just before six.

They spend the evening discussing their days. The exciting part of Loril's day, to her, was talking to few people about helping with him with auto repairs. Other than the usual crabbie customers her day was uneventful. He recants the loose tire on the ride home. Donny not wanting to upset Loril avoids the women letting down their hair. Explaining how sticky the weed was Loril wished they could've tried some. She thought Donny was exaggerating saying each glove thrown out had three grams of gummy hash stuck to the fingers. That she too wondered what it'd be like to smoke. When Donny suggests pocketing a used glove she worries it could get him fired for theft and still under probation, state and work, to behave.

***

Tuesday morning close to break as the resin continues to build up on the glove Donny kept contemplating smuggling it home. Mentally he hears Loril's voice reminding him to behave.

Snipping away Donny glimpses Ricky every once and awhile fidgets with the ID card suspended around his neck. When Ricky reaches for another branch it's noticeable to Donny there's barely any resin on his gloves. Glancing back down at the gloves worn Donny can feel the weight of the resin on the two fingers and thumb, which feels like a few grams. Checking others' hands they all appear as if tackling last weeks strain, minimal resin build-up.

At break as they rise to file out of the room Donny notices many taking the gloves off ball one up and wrap the other glove around it before tossing them in the waste bin by the door. Donny takes one glove off balling it up and quickly peels off the second hiding it momentarily in hand. As the line moves forward Donny lifts the lab-coat pretending to adjust the pant waistline and drops the balled up glove into his underwear. Attempting to casually glance about Donny wonders if anyone noticed or was seen on camera.

With only a few people in front of him, Donny doesn't think anyone's noticed and grins a little. Until Bill pokes Donny in the shoulder, "Oh hey Don security has just sent a message they want to see you up front."

"What, really? Okay," Donny's heart sinks fearing firing, "about anything in particular?"

Bill shrugs and walks away, "doesn't say. Don't worry if you can't make it back here..." he pauses turning back in thought, "... right away." Then wanders back to his lap-top.

Strother and Jose being in front of Donny hear security mentioned and glance back giving him the ol' once-over look.

"O-kay," Noticing the pair checking him over Donny nervously smiles under the mask. Stupid fucking bastard just screwed yourself. Didn't you?

Mentally Donny's mind is screaming run man run. Removing protective gear he becomes nervously shaky. The chatter unusually quiet he assumes the others know and finds it difficult to make direct eye contact with anyone.

Walking through the break room Donny feels as if everyone's scrutinizing him.

Outside walking up to security Donny considers hoping in the Granada and taking flight. Looking up to the main gate he sighs forgetting that idea as the gates are closed.

Passing by the Granada glimpses another vehicle up front that almost stops his heart, a State Trooper's fully marked patrol car. Fuck that, ram the gate, turning back towards the Granada comes face to face with Stephanie Epper.

"Good morning Don," she smiles at him, "on your break?"

"Morning Stephanie. Kinda," he considers telling her he was about to just have a smoke in the car.

"Well we need to have a chat with you up front, so..." she gestures to carry on forward.

"Yes I heard," reluctantly Donny walks alongside of her wanting to ask why while the criminal mind says dummy up.

"I heard you got that car fixed," she's also noticed he's clocked-in early twice this week, "don't have to rely on Ray anymore."

"Yeah," He points back to the car, as each step forward seems harder to take.

"Bill told me you're doing well in the Trim room," She wishes more of the local would show some initiative, "getting the room sanitized for product change is a daunting task few care for."

"It was a lot of work to get done. And in an hour of time." Closer to the police car Donny's memory recalls the feeling of cold steel hand-cuffs around the wrists.

Reaching the main door Stephanie swiftly swipes her ID card to open the door, "I have to take care of a few things first, so just have a seat in the lobby. Okay?"

Donny swallows hard, "okay." Swiping his card peers in the opening door to an empty lobby.

Beginning to sweat Donny takes a seat and awaits fates next move.