Live Within Your Means

I’m a big fan of Live-Within-Your-Means who came over this one time when it was raining, never said yes to the coffee until the heat was on her lip, the smoke beckoning, and who, when she heard me gulping, realized the rain had stopped, had been over and done with perhaps for some time, and suddenly, as if startled by the laughter of children from a house nobody even noticed was there, she said Hi, but was so sorry she couldn't stay a minute longer.