The Golden Calf
When they pooled all their disposable income together it amounted to about $30. A hush fell over the room as they realized this wasn’t nearly enough to buy a Golden Calf. But they left the money in its little pile on the coffee table—even the quarter and nickel that Hedda fished out of her pocket when it became apparent that idolatry was a “house” thing to do. The spare change made Marco sad when he looked at it over the next week, not the least because he’d been opposed to Hedda moving in from the start.
