Slaton smiled. “Three months,” he said.
“How much longer before the bank threatens eviction? What good is all this,” he motioned toward the unique surroundings, “when you can’t even live here? I’m offering you five hundred thousand a year to start, plus five percent of any profit we make that stems from one of your discoveries. You’ll be millionaires many times over in less than a year. That’s the kind of money that can do some good – not just for yourselves but for a lot of other people.”
“’For what does it profit a man . . .,’ Jake began but shifted direction. “What good is all that money, Paul? It doesn’t buy security against natural calamities that are increasing in number and growing more severe, largely because of our irresponsible treatment of the planet. It cannot guarantee good
