i need to borrow some money

we're lucky
he says, nodding, smiling,
folding his
legs
as we sit on the park
bench.
i'm glad you picked up
the phone
after the last time.
it's so nice to see you
again.
yes. I say. it is nice.
we go back a long way.
we have so much,
he says,
stretching in the sun,
but we need so little
to survive.
we're blessed,
aren't we? you
and me. we're winners,
aren't we?
what are you talking
about,
I ask him.
he's an old friend
and when he talks like
this I begin to worry.
I need to borrow
some money he says.
just a few grand. and your
car next
weekend. i'm in a jam
right now, but things will
be fine
in the end. things
will be fine.
this is the last time,
I promise.