Chapter 38: Money

Travis hesitated as he reached for the cigarette, not sure what to say.  In his mind, it was still ten years ago, when only people with real status wore suits.  Now, ten years later, even insurance salesmen dress up nicely. They were quiet for a moment, then Travis smiled and said, "That's pretty good. Making a living with your skills. There's nothing wrong with that." Martin gave a bitter smile. "Come on, Travis, don't mess with me. Among all our classmates, I'm the one who's doing the worst....