Twenty days now of footsteps outside my door, I've stopped counting them. Whoever's calling out my price stops at the same notch every day, so it seems even they aren't sure.
I'm the one who's been counting these twenty days. You know well enough whose fault it is the notch hasn't moved.
It carries all the way to the storehouse. At this rate, this whole winter will go by on an argument over one door.




