"You didn't invite them in, did you, Sheila?"
Grandfather Jessup clasped my biceps in his feeble grip and searched my face, worry akin to fear darkening his eyes. I patted his liver-stained hand and
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He said,
"Everyone is buying it like mad."
"And you need another 40 rolls?"
I said.
He didn't.
But with toilet paper the new currency,
he soon became a greedy robber baron.
Until supply exceeded his demands.
He disappeared till after the pandemic.
Resurfaced wrapped in toilet paper.
Like a Halloween mummy,
he insisted he was cursed.
"Everyone is buying it like mad."
"And you need another 40 rolls?"
I said.
He didn't.
But with toilet paper the new currency,
he soon became a greedy robber baron.
Until supply exceeded his demands.
He disappeared till after the pandemic.
Resurfaced wrapped in toilet paper.
Like a Halloween mummy,
he insisted he was cursed.
