All he needed was a job for the winter, someplace to get things together again. This was not it.
It sounded simple enough -- just watch the house. Enjoy the food, enjoy the pay and enjoy the vacation. The only rule? Just watch the house.
"That's it?" Max said. "You want me to live here all winter, do nothing and that's it?"
"Not nothing," Mr. Greenberg said. "You have to watch the house."
"Yes, but...but that's it?"
It was.
"Understand -- to me, doing this job well means the most boring winter in the history of the western world for you, Max. Where nothing happens, there are no problems and occasionally you have to shovel a little snow," Mr. Greenberg said. "Do you think you can pass a boring winter?"
It was a simple question -- a simple job. Except...nothing in life is ever that simple.
In the end they'll all be dancin'--all them ones that didn't die.... Dance with me in the shadows amidst the lightning and the thunder, and all that nu-cu-lar debris. See the big bang from the other side, and then open that cellar door. Go down into
