‘It’s got history and character and I’m sure if I recover it with new fabric I’ll make a tidy profit.’
‘I doubt you’ll make more than ten dollars.’
Three weeks later she waved a wad of notes in front of him.
‘You made all that from that old sofa?’
‘Yes’.
She omitted to add it technically wasn’t the sofa. It was the old gold coin hidden behind the seat cushions.
She only made ten dollars on the sofa.