The pair has been slowly gaining money. Enough so, that they were reasonably confident in stopping by the store and picking up some produce to tide them over until the small garden was producing more regularly. Twenty apples cost them §100... tough economy!
Novel writing was proving to be a decent source of income - not earth shattering earnings, but reasonably consistent if small. Willow eventually registered as a writer down at city hall, which from a game play point of view had the benefit of stopping those "get a job" wants.
The pair made occasional efforts to get to know people, but folks rarely stuck around long. They all had lives to get back to, families and jobs and most importantly, homes. And that's not even counting all the stuck up, too good to talk to the slightly stinky homeless people, stars that seemed to infest this town.
Even though homeless, Jacob still cared to look as though he hadn't been camping outside for the last several weeks. He spent the most time of the two taking trips down to the gym to shower and occasionally work out.
Eventually, they managed to save up enough money for Willow to buy her very own easel. With novelling royalties still coming in from time to time, she felt free to spend a little time working towards her life goal. Her lousy beginner paintings didn't bring in a lot of cash, but it was much more fulfilling.
To Be Continued...
No comments:
Post a Comment