“I can’t pay the bills on dreams, Mark!” Sylvia shouted over the dinner table.
Mark just stared down at his Shepard’s pie. This was, of course, nothing he hadn’t heard a hundred times before from her and he was done trying to convince her that his business was a viable one. When they had first met two years ago it had been in his shop, No Small Pictures, so Mark couldn’t understand how she didn’t see the value of the store. She had been a customer on more than one occasion so of course his normal response to her idea that nobody wanted to shop at his movie memorabilia store was that she had wanted to, and more people like her would come if he could get the right piece of major memorabilia and the publicity that came with it.