Journal entry, 3/25/15: Justice Minotaur conceived of a novel way to raise money recently. He said he had a “grand secret” that he would tell to the winner of a raffle. Entry into the raffle was by the purchase of a ticket for five dollars. Minotaur posted signs about the raffle at his chambers and even got a tribe of local Boy Scouts to go around advertising it to fulfill some of their service hours. The contest raised about a thousand dollars, which Minotaur used to order four five-gallon buckets of contractor-grade sealant for his shower (it is a small shower but Minotaur loves for the tile to glisten). Today Minotaur drew out the winning ticket. It was claimed by Doll Apache-Freshloam, an elderly relict whose husband perished last autumn in a whirlwind of his own making (details are sketchy). Freshloam is Minotaur’s current secretary at chambers.
Minotaur hissed the secret into her wax-coated left ear loudly enough that Mr. Cornwall was able to capture it: “If you are filling the washer with a load of towels and your hands get wet for some reason, simply use one of the towels you are loading to dry off.”