At dinner, Thalia talked about the book she wanted to write with me. We had been discussing it for ages, only for all kinds of reasons, it now seemed more viable. She brainstormed a few titles, then devised ways to write it, print it, and sell it. (“We can make lots of copies and sell it on the corner like a lemonade stand, only for books! Then we can walk to Barnes & Noble and give them some to sell and they’ll give us some money!”)
Sage asked what happens if you write a book but people can’t read the handwriting and we told her we would try to type the pages so that that wouldn’t happen. Then Thalia talked a little about pricing and supply and demand, which means that the less people want something, the lower the price goes so you should buy things that no one wants so that the price is almost zero.
“You’re going to be a great capitalist one day,” I said. “Do you know what capitalism is?”
“I do!” she exclaimed without cracking a smile. “Capitalism is upper case and lower case.”
She sat back in her chair and folded her arms proudly.
Maybe, I thought, we should just write a book on capitalism. The upper case and lower case kind.