The exterior has long been a lost cause, but the interior is also temporarily unfit for human conveyance, having been trashed by the boys. So when Secundus comes sniffing for sources of income, I suggest he puts in a bit of time clearing up after himself and his brothers.
"How much will you pay me?" he asks.
"I'll give you five bucks," I reply. He shakes his head regretfully.
"That's not enough. It's a real mess in there."
Why do I feel he has a future in investment banking?
|Minnie back in 2004, disgorging a three-seater sofa from Costco, still in its box. Not only did I get it all into the car -- single-handedly -- but I got the rear door closed, too.|