On a quiet evening the following spring, Jerry sat on his porch, watching the sunset over the cornfields. Marge brought out two glasses of iced tea.
The lottery changed its rules. The loophole closed. Greg lost his shirt on unsold tickets.
"Toasty," Marge said. She sat beside him. "You know what I liked best?"
Jerry sat in the empty living room, the calculator cold on his lap. "We didn't break the law, Marge."