Looking over
at the dining table at the $117.47, I realized that I’d
better make a trip to the bank soon. Having all that cash just
lying there wasn't doing any good for anyone. At least in the
bank I’d gain a few months' interest before the Spring
Festival.
All of the strange coincidences, strange
comments, and even stranger dreams had me riled up, bound and
determined to not just forget and go on with life. After all, it
wasn't as if $117.47 was a lot of money to me. I really didn't
quite get the point to his strange experiment, however, he
certainly had gotten my attention with his mysterious methods.
Enough so, that I vowed out loud, "Upon my father's grave,
I will return to the festival in six months if nothing more than
just to see the look on his face when I return the money, plus
interest." Under pressure I always tended to get a little
over-dramatic.
Curiosity being one of my strongest suits,
rather than worry about it, I thought, "Why not take a
little initiative and find him? Why wait?" Pulling out
the phone book, I looked under magic and magicians. Maybe just a
long shot, but I might find the old Max Vi master magician
listed in Yellow Pages.
