It was that old adage which caught her up on that early March afternoon. ‘A fool and his money is soon parted’.
And so it was, she thought. She looked down at the ledger lying on the table. This book, these pages and lines were a poignant, nay, even lovely reminder and an example of the human condition.
She stretched a bit and yawned. ‘We are all in various stages of foolishness, it would seem’ she said to no one in particular.
