Artemis was by no means a wealthy man. As a matter of fact, he was more often than not quite frugal. Were it not for the lavish grants bestowed upon him by many fine institutions, he never would have been able to afford his own way. Over the course of many years, he had established what he referred to as his GAF, or get way fund. He worked various odd jobs and tutored students on the side and really never paid much attention to the account balance out of fear he would be enticed to spend it. As he approached the end of his last year of schooling, he was astounded to realize the fund was pushing up against six figures.
The knowledge of possessing this much money became quite an aphrodisiac to Artemis. Where once he had focused intently in his classes, he started to become easily distracted and dream of different ways to spend it. For a man as intelligent as Artemis, he was still able to glide through his coursework without much difficulty, but he became single-mindedly focused on different ways he could dispose of this fund.
Mavis was never much interested in the luxuries that money can afford those fortunate enough to possess it. The stipend her husband received was more than enough to make ends meet and she never really questioned otherwise. She was a good woman and always felt she needed to prove that to the world. She had even refused the money offered by the government, as a matter of principle. “Give it to a family that needs it more than I do,” she said in a one sentence response to the official letter that came to her that woe begotten day. She had thought long and hard about the letter handed to her that day she decided to leave town. It took her several harrowing attempts to actually read it.
To be continued…