“Too small,” Rick said Friday morning, two days after he’d started working evenings. He was looking at one of the TVs on display in a near-new shop. He’d really wanted to go to an electronics store, he told Beau, but he knew he didn’t have nearly enough money saved to shop at one.
“You’re not going to find a big-screen TV. Not here,” Beau pointed out.
“And for sure not for a hundred dollars,” Rick replied, sighing. He’d pooled his paycheck with the tip money he’d gotten from the waitresses, and had ended his first two weeks with a little over two hundred dollars. It had seemed like a fortune to him, until Beau had convinced him to put half of it into a savings account, which had taken a lot of fast talking on Beau’s part. But in the end Rick had seen the wisdom of it. The first thing the
