Ty stretched upon waking unsure what to try next, and still half asleep. He stumbled downstairs, and flipped on the TV for inspiration. Instead of morning cartoons, the TV was set to one of those morning magazines. The news reader was going on about Martha Stewart's investigation for insider trading, and how the woman was worth millions, if not billions.
"I wish I had her problems!" Ty joked closing his eyes as he yawned and pushed the channel changer on the remote.
When he opened his eyes, Ty was staring at a big screen TV in a room that looked like one of those from House and Garden or Architectural digest. The old multi-colored brown foam sofa had become a goose down filled plaid chintz affair. How did he know what chintz was?
"Ms. Stewart, Barbara Walters is on line 2, and she insists on talking to you. Morley Safer's on 3, and the next 10 lines are full up too. I've been hanging up on them for the last three hours, but Walters says an indictment is eminent, and I thought you might want to say your peace before the police arrive to cuff you... Ms.Stewart, are you allright?"
Ty just stared. Well, he'd asked for her problems. Lucky him.