_ Punishing The Erring Boys III

By the time the market was spotless—so clean that I swore I saw the cobblestones sparkle—the boys collapsed onto their brooms, panting. 

"It's… over…" Patchy Mustache wheezed. "We're… free…" 

Hehehe. Did they really think I'd let them off so easily?

I clapped my hands. "Nope. You're not done." 

Luis Miguel groaned. "What more do you want from us?!" 

I leaned against a stall, crossing my arms. "Since you're so eager to learn about humility, I figured you'd love the next step. You're going to go from vendor to vendor and personally apologize for all the trouble you've ever caused them. AND you'll ask if there's anything you can do to help them." 

Their eyes simultaneously widened in horrification. 

"You're joking," one of the boys said flatly. 

"Do I look like I'm joking?" 

"But…" 

I cracked my knuckles. 

Luis Miguel straightened immediately. "We'll do it!" 

"Attaboy."