“Money, money, money… must be funny… in the rich man’s world
“Jason! Can’t you knock!?” I could, but I didn’t feel like it. She wouldn’t have heard me anyway with the music so loud.
“What do you want?”
“Abba again?” I chuckled, as she lowered the volume. “You just love them, don’t you?”
“Got a problem with that?”
“No, just that they’re ancient.”
“So are you.” She looked at me with a sudden tenderness in her voice.
“Ah… I need… I need a little money, sis.”
I looked at her with a half embarrassed, half begging and all hopeful face.
“I haven’t babysat in over a month,” she informed me, “and you haven’t paid me back from last time.”
“I know. I’ll have the money by next week. I promise.”
She walked over to the bookcase. “You’re lucky I don’t spend all I make.”
She reached for the top shelf. “You’ll hit the jackpot one day, Jason, I know it!” My poor little sis. So confident in me. “And we’ll be rich and buy and do all those things we want!”
She opened Abba Gold: The Complete Story. Her mouth dropped and her eyes expanded like bubblegum.
“The money’s gone!”
“I know” I said to myself. Darn. I thought she had another hiding place.