I called Ellen in the morning...

And I think perhaps that Maricel thinks we see a wee bit too much of Ellen around here. Nothing she said, not anything she did. Just a flicker in the eyes. I probably should have kept my mouth shut about sleeping with her, huh? I showed Ellen the wondrous book and she drooled.
"What do I do?" I asked.
"Nothing." Ellen said. "I can check to see if it's been reported stolen, but if it hasn't; possession really is nine tenths of the law. It was on your property. When Weezer can talk maybe he can answer some of our questions. Are you going to read it?"
"It's sealed." I said.
"Well all opening would do is mean it has to be graded again. It doesn't really destroy the value, right?"
No, it doesn't." I said.
So I guess I get to read it.