Robertson Holt

A Soft Edge.

I put down the little black book and placed it on the desk next to the four piles of cash. Neat piles. Ten times ten times fifty times four. It’s important for me to stay organized. Have I told you already ? I forget things. To alter the system, to use three or five piles, I would need to incessantly recount it. Quietly flustering through sheaves of Ulysses S. Grant’s judiciary stare, attempting to avoid eye contact. Lost in my own wallet.