It arrived, refinished in a copper color to his specifications, the following Tuesday. It was plugged in and operated perfectly. He checked it out by freezing ice cubes.
Wednesday evening, when he opened the door to chill some beer, there was a package in the freezing compartment. He took out the package.
It was some sort of plastic and appeared to contain fish eggs.
Coxe had not seen fresh fish eggs, considered by some a delicacy, for a number of years.
He chilled the beer and fried the eggs.
Both tasted about right.
The following Friday, his girl friend came over to fix dinner for him, and when she looked in the freezing compartment, she said, "What's this?"
"Fish eggs," Coxe said. "How many of them?"