But that part of his collection that wouldn't fit in the safe was probably worth a small fortune. If I could get half of what his collection was worth...when I sold it I would probably be able to live comfortably for several months. I'd be surprised if those coins weren't worth three or four thousand dollars!We filled up the mop bucket and several large trash bags with what we thought would be the cream of his collection and put everything by the front door.Before we left I filled up a couple of. “Haha, funny. It ain’t nice to joke about hot tea while I’m freezing my ass off.” Her body trembled and shivered as she replied between chattering teeth.“Who’s joking? We’ve got a hobo stove, plenty of fuel, a tea bag, water, a customer, and more time than we know what to do with, so why not?” I answered as I dug through the gear Alice salvaged from the ATV.The hobo stove is the clever invention of some unnamed and forgotten hobo genius of days long gone. The stove’s design is elegant in its. After 2 days I got invited to his home. I didn’t get clarity why this guy is contacting me. I was thinking that is he gay? And I asked about the plan. He replied that “I will be meeting his wife”.On Saturday I went to their house. He is very rich, the house was an independent duplex. I was welcomed inside and we sat in a room and were talking some stuff. Meanwhile, a lady entered the room he introduced his wife to me and she sat beside him. She was nice, has a good body. We trio was talking. They want to bring it up. Go get into some clothes and I'll tell them to bring it up." Oh. I forgot about that stuff." I jumped up from the table and headed for the bedroom. "Thanks," I said over my shoulder.I still only had the clothes I had worn to the meeting at the lawyer's office and the jeans the fellow had brought the first day. Somehow, in the morning they had magically washed themselves and then found their way onto hangers. Tara had been with me too much to do it. It was obvious now.