Hot Shot
“"The two of you think anything that's not immediately quantifiable is unimportant. That's the problem with you technical types. You're either punching calculators or walking around with your head in the clouds." She settled back in the booth and waited for her jibe to pierce through their early morning grogginess. Neither man was at his best until ten o'clock. She, on the other hand, jumped out of bed full of ideas. "You've got to control her better, Sam," Mitch said earnestly. "There's a defin...ite pattern developing here. Have you noticed how she always picks mornings to attack?" Susannah gave Mitch a smug smile and turned to her husband. "He's joking, Sam. The way we know that Mitch is joking is that his jaw is in its unclenched position. God knows, if we waited for the man to crack a smile, we'd be here forever." Mitch shook his head sadly over his coffee cup. "Vicious personal attacks at seven-thirty in the morning." "Stop distracting me," she said. "You know I'm right." Mitch grunted and took another swig of coffee.MoreLess
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