eighty-six

“One hundred and eighty-six. That’s even more orbs than you had before.”

Between eighty-six and ninety-four steps to the corner where the crossing guard, Ms. Post, stands.

The hedge fund that had bought the company had already tried to eighty-six Freds’ rosy sautéed chicken livers over sourdough toast, proving once again that money can’t buy taste.

That totaled eighty-six cents, for lunch and dinner.

"Car number four cost eighty-six pounds—a real wreck that was—and sold for six hundred and ninety-nine pounds fifty."