It was almost midnight when David finally got home.
Too late for small talk.
His wife, Claire, didn’t even look up.
“Don’t even try,” she said.
“Where were you?”
David loosened his tie.
“I made an investment.”
That made her pause.
Claire slowly looked up.
“…what kind of investment?”
David smiled.
“A visual one.”
Silence.
“David,” she said calmly.
“Show me.”
He hesitated.
Then… did.
Claire blinked.
Once.
Twice.
“…is that a hundred dollar bill?”
“Tattoo,” David corrected proudly.
Long silence.
“You… tattooed money… there?” she asked.
He nodded.
Confident.
Like a man presenting quarterly results.
“Okay,” Claire said slowly.
“I’m listening.”
David straightened.
“Well— first, I like watching my assets grow.”
Claire stared.
No reaction.
“Second, I like having liquidity.”
One eyebrow lifted.
“Third, I enjoy having cash on hand.”
Claire picked up her phone.
“…are you done?”
David grinned.
“One more.”
She sighed.
“Of course there is.”
He leaned closer.
Lowered his voice.
“This way… you don’t have to go shopping anymore.”
Claire froze.
“You can just stay home…”
Pause.
“…and spend a hundred whenever you feel like it.”
Silence.
Very long silence.
Claire stood up.
Grabbed her coat.
“Where are you going?” David asked.
She walked to the door.
Opened it.
Stopped.
Didn’t turn around.
“To open a savings account,” she said.
David frowned.
“…we already have one.”
Claire smiled slightly.
“Exactly,” she said.
“And I’d like it to stay untouched.”
Door closed.
