(a letter left on Mr. Lighthouse’s desk in the event of his unlikely return)
Dear Mr Lighthouse,
I will confess, I had no intention of taking advantage of your hospitality. But after two late nights at Ahab’s I found myself peckish and tired and realized just how much closer your cozy little abode was than my own sparse apartment.
You did make the offer of its use, after all, and you ARE out of town for some time…
So I thank you for the use of your comfortable chairs, what was left of the food in the house and, of course, that rather excellent stash of tobacco.
Arnold is certin you won’t live, so I shan’t replace it yet. I’m on a budget, you know. But if you do live, I promise I’ll order some in fresh for you.
It was excellent leaf!