“I need to write your check, Housekeeper.”
“That’d be nice.”
“I know it’s Wednesday, but what day is this?”
“It’s the 13th.”
“The 13th, Hmm. You sure?”
“Yesterday was the 12th. The day before was the 11th.”
“Yup. I spent Sunday in the cemeteries. Veterans Day. “
I reached to the top of the Fridge for the coffee pot I use to water the flowers and it felt strangely heavy.
I pulled it down anyhow and found that it had rolled change in it. Which was rather odd. I told Housekeeper what I’d found and she said; “Imagine that. How’d that get there?”
Well, if truth be known, I’d put the change there several months ago to see what Housekeeper would do about it, and now I’d found out – nothing, to include cleaning up there.
“You know;” she went on, not realizing what I’d really been trying to find out, “that hubby has been stealing quarters from me?”
“Can a spouse steal from a spouse?” I asked.
“Well, I have one of those three foot high piggy banks I put my change in and he takes all the quarters to examine for those State Quarters. He puts them in HIS books, you know.”
“Well, yeah, I know about those collectors folders.”
“Yep. That piggy bank, I’ve told him, is my retirement fund.”
“Um. Does he want he take all the change?”
“No. He leaves me the dimes, pennies and nickels – although there’s not many nickels. I plan on retiring when the pig was full.”
“So, he doesn’t want you retiring soon, nor well?”
From the reaches,