"Ron Goulart - Cure For Baldness" - читать интересную книгу автора (Goulart Ron)

"Well, none, but I've been publishing for most of my adult life and I know-"

"Twenty percent is as low as I go."

"That's still not exactly fair."

"Who said demons had to be fair?"

"Okay, twenty percent, then. But, and again I don't want to annoy you, Ford,
but
wouldn't it be easier for you to simply make money with sorcery? Turn lead
into
gold with a --"

"Have you ever seen that done? The old transmuting base metals dodge?"

"No, but it shouldn't be too difficult for you."

"It's a snap, but very dull. No fun at all," explained the demon. "Do we have
a
deal?"

"I'm assuming that I'll be making at least twenty percent more than I am now.
Otherwise, going in with you will only mean --"
"Think about what befell friend Samson just for futzing up one word. It's not
smart to rile supernatural forces, Roger."

Roger coughed. "Sorry. What about the hair?"

"You got it" A finger snapping sound came out of the shadows.

His scalp turned suddenly very warm, felt like it was going to sizzle soon.
Tiny
popping noises commenced all across the top of his head. Jumping up, Roger
touched at his steaming scalp. There seemed to be hair up there. "Mirror
around
here any place?"

"In the john. Down the hall, second door on your left."

Excusing himself, Roger rushed down to the mirror. He gave a pleased laugh
when
he saw himself. His head was covered with hair the color and texture of the
hair
he'd started to lose way back in his twenties. "This is great, Ford," he
called
out. "Except you've got it parted on the wrong side: Could you fix that? Only
if
it's not too much trouble."