“You already HAVE a new BMW, Poppet.”
“It’s three-years-old. It went back yesterday. Gotta NEW new one.” He’d raise an eyebrow.
“And how’s work going?”
“Better. The system I designed’s been built and we’re storing data on it; and my stories are being published; not making a fortune… YET. And I’ve got a website. I’ll show you next time I’m here…”
“You’ve done well, Poppet,” he would’ve said.
I shake my head at the silent house.
But if you walked on earth today, those are the things that we would say.