Age Ain't Nothing But A Number Meaning Novels & Stories

"Comes with the territory." "You're not that old." "Forty-five." He said it like a confession. "Ancient by some standards." Forty-five. Twenty-one years older than me. In another life—in my life this morning—that would have mattered. But tonight, in this bar, with this drink warming my blood, it didn't. "Age is just a number," I said. "Spoken like someone in their twenties." "Twenty-four." I raised my glass. "Ancient by some standards."

Rebecca~ The first hundred million was somehow the easiest to find. Which was an absolutely insane sentence. I stared at the screen for a full ten seconds after Nina said it. Then I looked at her. Then back at the screen. Then back at her again. “Did you just say the first hundred million?” Nina did not look up. “Yes.” “The first.” “Yes.” “The word first is doing a lot of damage to my mental health right now.” That finally got a smile out of her. Not a big one. Just enough to make me feel slightly less like I was losing my mind. Unfortunately, the numbers remained exactly the same. Which meant I was still losing my mind.