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A Fable for the Third Millennium
Benny looked into his own eyes as he shaved, and
counted his troubles. They buzzed around inside his head
like a swarm of angry bees. His youngest son, Michael,
needed expensive orthodontistry, and the dentist had
warned that ‘right away’ would not be too soon. Benny
didn’t even want to think about next year, when his oldest
boy headed for college, or the fact that the last decent
winter coat his wife Diane had bought was approaching
its ninth birthday. And he still could not see how he was
ever going to find the money. A raise was out of the
question, and so was an advance on his salary. Given the
rumours which were circulating at work lately he’d be
lucky to keep his job. He could sell his old Chevvy, as