“Lay it on me, Mars. What’s the worry?” “Well, it turns out the nonprofit is less organized than I would have liked,” he admits. “Less well-funded. Less professionalized.” “Uh-oh. How bad is it?” He frowns. “It’s three people and a PO Box.” I snort a laugh. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I don’t mean to laugh. That is bad. I bet you made their day with your generous donation though.”
