Randall Brown

She called to them the fund blew up, that they might get twenty-five cents on the dollar. He kept saying "risk-free," and she said something about never before, a thousand years of one bond leveraged against another. "Just be glad you don't have offspring." The fund, of course, would cease all dividends. It wasn't that the executives were trotting around the world in private jets, she said. This had nothing to do with that. Offspring. He repeated that word for days afterwards. It sounded like something you'd say of plants.