After trying in vain to sort out the details of his dream, Billy slept intermittently and poorly the rest of the night. Remorse had returned. If only he had the computer savvy of Rosey and the handyman traits of his father, he kept thinking, he could change his identity and start over in Arizona as a bricklayer or some such. Whether or not a pack of Marlboro Lights was in his desk drawer the next morning, one thing was clear. After covering his recent travel expenses, Billy would not take any more of the spoils from the insurance scam. What the Critics say about The Counterclaim "Pointless and uninspired an insult to Mensa members everywhere..."-Wilberforce Twigden, The Blue State Fiction Review"The Counterclaim is pure P. G. Wodehouse, minus the beautiful style, the great plot, and the humor "-Vernon Pliny, 21st Century Man of Letters"For unbridled humor, I still prefer Jimmy Carter's Keeping Faith. "-Jeffrey S. Dudgeon, Stiffington's Fiction Quarterly"Jethro Bodeen, move over!" -Lillian Pirbright-James, Lillian's Literary List