“At first, I was worried that I’d showed up late, but it looks like I’m off the hook. Still, there are better things I could be doing with my time. “Is there any way I could have you give me a call if or when he shows up?” I ask her. “I’ve just got to step outside and make a phone call.” “Sure,” Yuri answers. “He won’t be much longer.” “Thanks,” I tell her and walk out of the office. I’m not feeling that great right now, thanks to my new round of chemo, but I take the stairs. My phone has trouble in elevators. I dial the number. “Grace?” “How’s it going?” I ask. “It’s going fine,” Andrew, my contact in Ohio says. “You know what I’m talking about,” I tell him. “Are we good?” “We’ve hit a bit of a snag,” he says. “It shouldn’t amount to much, but my boss is on one of his down home values kicks and I want to shoot myself.” “Is there a reason I’m supposed to care about that?” I ask, taking a break on the first landing and staring down at the Escher-esque view of the remaining stairs to the... ground floor.MoreLessShow More Show Less
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