'There must be more money there must be more money' was whispered all through that house. It was never said aloud yet Paul heard it. His sisters heard it. They all heard it. And it was all because they did not have luck. Luck. What good is it I wonder? When you want it when you need it, is it ever there? How do you get and hold onto something that is not tangible something that never stays in one place for long? But luck is what gets you money according to Paul's mother, so it must be had. It must!
Paul did not want the money, not really. He wanted his mother to stop worrying to smile and he wanted the house to stop the whispering, 'there must be more money, there must be more money.' But when more money came it did no good. Greed and discontent are insatiable masters as poor Paul learned. Poor sweet Paul, and it wasn't even his own greed that grove him. It was for his mother's beloved facade of wealth that was as fake as her smile. Appearances, appearances always appearance! We are rich we are happy. We are lucky. Hang the appearances, the poor kid is hearing things and gambling to win his mother's love! And did it work? No she wanted more and she wanted it now. And the voices only got louder.
We all have something like luck don't we? Something we are constantly straining for. Something that we can never quite get. Something that could rob us of happiness instead of give it. We must be careful where our desires take us lest we end up on our own rocking-horse.
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