Jennifer,
who handles my finances
and investments
at Slocum and Kravitz.
she looks like she just graduated
from high school.
a cheerleader, maybe,
or at the very least, a pom pom girl.
i tell her i have a little
extra dough
lying around, that i need
to move into an interest
bearing account, like pronto.
she laughs.
how much, she says. what
are we talking about here?
i whisper the amount
into the phone so that none
of my ex wives can hear,
even though they all live
miles away.
sure, she says.
maybe we can do some bonds,
or drop a little into blue chips.
you won't get much out
of a money market, and cds
will lock it down.
i can hear her eating from a
bag of potato chips.
crunching them one by one
on the phone.
i'll get my new intern Brad
to draw up
a few ideas.
how soon can you get that
check to me, she asks.
i'll drop it into snail mail
tomorrow, i tell her. but
i have to get stamps first.
what's that, she says?
taking a gulp of her soda.
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