The ad response was at once both disappointing and overwhelming. Some were robust letters about the life the writer would love to live on his coin, sans any of the things he were interested in. Others asserted impressive credentials for not being able to spell “credentials”. Another yet still went into great detail of what she would do to keep her husband happy every night.

He kept that one, but did not answer.

The one he was meeting was the only one who made claim to another language.

There was one man in the entire park dressed like a lawyer … but his newspaper was upright. He peered over it when he heard another’s approach.

The look he cast over her was calculating rather than lusty. Would she look good on his arm? She was rather tall - too tall, even. Zechariah dropped his attention back down to his paper.