~ tracking down this book ~
only cover on file
Brent
by Wynn Wagner
from the book
“MY FRONT room has 122 hardwood planks that makeup the floor. It’s an exact count. Precise. Some planks in the collection have ripples, and all have the patina of wood that’s a hundred years old. Dining room’s next. It was yesterday, and I was more than halfway through the inventory of floor planks there when the phone rang. Dratz. It had been a difficult count because of the interruptions. I should have marked the planks that I’d counted to help me stay on target. The living room had taken a week and a half, and the dining room was going to be as big a problem. Why do I need this information? Who the heck knows. The call was for a tarot reading, and they were happy to do everything by phone. It was my only business yesterday, and I was happy to get the work. She wanted to know about somebody her daughter was dating. First came the Five of Pentacles crossed by the Four of Pentacles. Ick. “Get a prenup,” I told her. “He seems so lovely,” she said. Then why the Sam Hill did you friggin’ call me, lady? I thought to myself. “Yes ma’am,” I said into the phone, trying to make it sound like I was smiling pleasantly. Yeouch. Can I file for Workman’s Compensation when I bite my tongue? I thought. “What do you see? ” she asked me with a kind of British accent. I don’t think it was an upperclass accent, more like something you’d find from a blue collar woman. I don’t even know if British workers have blue collars. Maybe I’ll be curious enough to look that up some day. Not. “The cards say there’s something about treasure,” I told her. “There’s struggle combined with not sharing. It says stinginess is some kind of issue in there.”
only cover on file
Brent
by Wynn Wagner
from the book
“MY FRONT room has 122 hardwood planks that makeup the floor. It’s an exact count. Precise. Some planks in the collection have ripples, and all have the patina of wood that’s a hundred years old. Dining room’s next. It was yesterday, and I was more than halfway through the inventory of floor planks there when the phone rang. Dratz. It had been a difficult count because of the interruptions. I should have marked the planks that I’d counted to help me stay on target. The living room had taken a week and a half, and the dining room was going to be as big a problem. Why do I need this information? Who the heck knows. The call was for a tarot reading, and they were happy to do everything by phone. It was my only business yesterday, and I was happy to get the work. She wanted to know about somebody her daughter was dating. First came the Five of Pentacles crossed by the Four of Pentacles. Ick. “Get a prenup,” I told her. “He seems so lovely,” she said. Then why the Sam Hill did you friggin’ call me, lady? I thought to myself. “Yes ma’am,” I said into the phone, trying to make it sound like I was smiling pleasantly. Yeouch. Can I file for Workman’s Compensation when I bite my tongue? I thought. “What do you see? ” she asked me with a kind of British accent. I don’t think it was an upperclass accent, more like something you’d find from a blue collar woman. I don’t even know if British workers have blue collars. Maybe I’ll be curious enough to look that up some day. Not. “The cards say there’s something about treasure,” I told her. “There’s struggle combined with not sharing. It says stinginess is some kind of issue in there.”
2012