When Maxie turned sixty-six, his manager laid him off—budget cuts. Tears filled his eyes. He loved the bookstore, the comforting routine of forty years.
He nuked his dinner and set his food on the well-worn snack tray for maybe the ten-thousandth time. He toyed with his meatloaf and mashed potatoes and wondered, “Now what?”
He had a retirement account but hadn’t paid much attention until now. He discovered his investments of forty years had grown exponentially. Travel? Live on a tropical island? Move to Paris?
Then he laughed out loud.
Tomorrow he would call his broker and buy the store.