Phineas crossed his arms. He didn’t look convinced. This one was slipping away from me.
I made my mouth smile. “Your decision, man. Of course it is. Sure. Turn your back on the future. Perhaps, I’ll offer it to your neighbours. They seem like forward-looking folk.”
For the first time, he looked unsure. I pressed my advantage. “A home nuclear reactor isn’t for everyone. Free power for life—that could be too much responsibility.”
The big play now. Turning, I headed across the road to number 10.
“Wait,” Phineas called.