“I was moving the bed out of your old room and I found a sock between the box springs and the mattress,” I told Tim, while he was here to buy some quarters so he could wash his clothes. “Do you want it?”

“Uh, no?” he said carefully, watching me out of the corner of his eye.

I grinned at him. “You sure?”

Still watching me he answered, after a pause, “Yes?”

“Well, okay then,” I said, holding up the thick wad of dollar bills I dug out of the toe of the sock I’d found, “I guess I’ll just keep this myself.”

“Oooo! I’ll take it! I’ll take it!” My Darling B squealed from the other side of the room, but Tim had already snatched the wad from my hand and was counting the bills. Together with the fin and the sawbuck rolled up in the middle, it came to a grand total of forty bucks.

“Don’t you just love finding money that you stashed away for later, then forgot about?” B asked.

“It’s like your past self is giving you a special treat,” Tim laughed.