What is the best craft to make money?

I thought craft beer was a really good craft to be able to do this?”

“Well, I don’t make craft beer,” a woman smiled. “Oh!” She shook her head, “I did make a deal…with the devil and I’m gonna make you a deal.”

“Who’s the devil?” I asked. “What do you have to do to make a deal with the devil?”

“I bought a lot of crap to create this.”

“Well, you shouldn’t.”

“I’m sure the devil will be interested in something if you can persuade him.”

“I’m sorry, but I just don’t know that I can persuade anybody to do anything with me.”

“Heaven forbid!” the woman giggled. “If I had been able to convince him, even temporarily, it might be useful.”

“If you can convince him?” I asked again.

“If I could persuade the devil?” She grinned. “I’d probably tell him that what I needed was not for him to do, but for me to do, and if he told him one of the things that we both had in common he’d buy the entire supply for me. That way I could make more money.”

“I don’t think he’d buy it if I suggested it.”

“It would be worth it, just to be able to talk to the devil, or to keep talking to him, or to stay one step ahead of him in my plans…it would be worth it.”

“You could sell his shit and buy his stuff?” I asked.

“If he’d be willing to share?”

“Well…”

“Yes?”

“Would he buy it?”

“I think he would, if he was even willing to share.”

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“Or sell it to you?”

“I believe so.”

She smiled. “Now, you are the devil.”

“No. I’m not.”

“There you go. I love you.”

With each word, she laughed harder and longer. Her eyes flashed black like the night sky, and in the silence she could see into my soul. I didn’t know it at the time, but I loved her like I had never loved anyone in my life; I loved her, even as I was a devil. We danced, and drank, and were in bed together, and the next