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Noelle worked her magic and before the day was over she had texted me the link to the identical pink suitcase. Lucky for me it wasn’t really a designer set, but a cheap knockoff. I sternly informed Trevor that he would have to do some extra chores to work off the cost of replacing the suitcase.
“I have an idea,” Noelle said brightly. “We could ask Peter if there are any maintenance jobs that Trevor could help with.”
I gave her a skeptical look. The guys in the maintenance department did heavy, labor intensive work. I wanted to teach Trevor that his actions had consequences, and make him bear the responsibility.
Noelle tapped her phone against her lips. “For example, he could shovel the snow off the steps at the maintenance garage. Maybe he could sweep the floors or dust their sh
