Good things come to those who wait, the fortune had read.
He worked after hours, using the company lab for her synthesis. Since he was the senior scientist and his grant money brought in millions, no questions were asked. When he came home at eight o clock every night, his wife would have dinner ready for him on the TV tray. She hadn’t a clue what he was doing and
“I couldn’t even begin to explain,” she told him.
Someone blew their horn. The toll keeper leaned out of his booth and examined the line of cars. The Mid-town was backed up all the way into Manhattan. There’d been some kind of robbery in the city. To make matters worse, only his lane accepted cash; the rest were Ezy-Pass.
She handed him a