He’d get rid of the stupid popcorn ceiling. That was the first thought Marvin had when he opened his eyes that April morning. Marvin nudged Samuel awake.
“Honey, you’ll never guess what I dreamed.”
Samuel’s eyes became cloudy slits and he murmured something Marvin couldn’t understand. But then he stretched his arms above his head and said, “You won the lottery or something.”
“You know me so well,” Marvin said, laughing. It really was a great bedroom, even with the popcorn ceiling. French doors out to the patio and pool, a nice big closet. And Samuel, lying in bed next to him. How many years, twelve years now?
“Oh, boy, Marvin wins the lottery,” Samuel said, also laughing. “So how much and how quickly will you go through it all?”
“I couldn’t possibly go through one hundred million, Samuel. But first things first, I’d pay off the cars, the mortgage, set aside a few mill for retirement, buy a house in San Francisco, get a Manhattan apartment in Jackie Kennedy’s building, you know …”
Samuel sat up in bed and put his hands on his hips and made like a washing machine. “What about me? What about my needs?”
“Oh, you’ll be along for the ride, honey. Give me a kiss.”
And then, after Samuel gave Marvin a chaste peck on the lips, Marvin said, “Now turn over and let’s celebrate the right way.”
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