Damn Billygoat! The sales office that Mansill had set up in Tucson was sober and elegant.
The furniture was basic, but of good quality. Exactly the opposite of his old workshop, full of objects of all kinds that were worth nothing. On the other hand, his new den was supposed to convey wealth and rationality, as opposed to Agua Dulce's, which was intended to divert the malicious by presenting them with a junk dump. The furnishings he had selected for Agua Dulce had cost him a pretty penny, but all in all it was still affordable. They were used pieces in good condition and with classic styling, picked up between foreclosure auctions and various occasions; all things that never fell out of fashion and that he was sure he could sell for much more than he paid for it; as soon as their little a
