For about the hundredth time, Corey counted the small stack of crumpled bills. “Forty-six . . . forty-seven . . . forty-eight,” he muttered to himself. “Forty-eight dollars. Not bad. Just wish it was mine.”
He could really use the money. With forty-eight dollars he could buy a video game, go to the batting cages, and still have some left to put toward that new electronic tablet he had his eye on, the Quark Pad. To buy one of those, he’d only have to save up for about . . . a million years.
He sighed. Unfortunately, even though he was holding all that cash right in his hands, it wasn’t...