Saturday, July 27, 2013
His wife opens the basement door and yells to him as he works by the dim light of one of those energy efficient bulbs: “Honey. We’re out of milk and bread and a few other things. Can I go grocery shopping? Is the PayPal card good?”
He summons up his most cheerful voice: “Can it wait ‘til tomorrow, Sweetie? Some old coot in Ohio wants to know what I'd take for a lard bucket full of Aventurine. Said he pay immediately.”
