“What are you, rich or something?” “No, we’re not rich.” “I’m an electrician’s helper. What do you do?” “I’m a novelist.” I read the blank expression on his face. “And a professor. Actually, I’m on leave right this year.” “On leave. And they’re paying you?” “Well, no.” “So, you’re telling me you’re not working and it doesn’t matter. That makes you rich in my book.
