The morning started with optimism thick enough to stand on. I kicked open the screen door, holding my coffee like a victory torch.
“Our ship’s come in, Mrs. Chicken!” I announced, voice filled with the conviction of a man about to change history—or at least the threat of success.
Without glancing up from her tablet, she said, “Wonderful. Venezuelan fishing boat or the ?”
“Neither,” I said. “This one’s ours. Proud, defiant—symbol of the Chainsaw fortune! I just got off the phone with an internet broker. He’s got a client that wants to negotiate to buy our website!”
“Oh yeah? I think I have change for a $20 in my purse if you need it…” she stated with total seriousness. Never even lifting her head while she continues to read her e-book
“Ain’t she a beauty, though?”