“Jack said in my ear. “Same here. You just get home?” “Just walked in. Haven’t even looked at the mail yet. How’re you feeling?” “Great.” “Drinking your milk?” “Carlotta got a gallon of skim, and I’m making my way through it.” “Sounds awful.” “It is. I have things to tell you.” “Let me pull up a chair.” I went through it all, from the insurance policy to the Krasskys in Connecticut, dictating names and addresses, and spelling out my requests. Nothing I asked was impossible, but nothing was certain. Still, when I said good night, I had the feeling I would know a lot more by this time tomorrow. When I got up in the morning, my first thought was that I was glad I didn’t have to catch a plane. I felt awful. I regretted immediately the delicious lobster I had devoured the night before. Flu, I thought miserably. Four hundred miles from home and I have to get sick. I sat up and became aware that I didn’t feel feverish. I pulled on my robe and went to my private bathroom where I looked at myse...lf in the mirror.MoreLessShow More Show Less
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