The Patience of the Parental Pastrami
“As much as
I appreciate the offer, I’m going to have to decline,” Folsom told his father
with as much good humor as he could muster.
His father,
however, seemed terribly disappointed.
His face fell and he looked at the kitchen floor (real linoleum; you
could cut pictures into it and print your own subversive publication!).
“What are
you going to do then?” he demanded as he looked back up.
“Well, I’m
not going to clean out portable toilets.”
Folsom tried to keep the exasperation out of his voice. How could he tell his father that he really
wanted to be a rock star? It was so
foolish. Even he realized that.
“Folsom,
this is a sound business opportunity.
It’s a business we could own together.”
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