Dapper in a topcoat and tails, feet moving fast and graceful as birds skimming still waters, he whirled and swooped, catching my mother, still young and slim, by the waist, bending her backward. She ... [+]
"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.