"Four days to Christmas 2012 and the boss wants another brainstorming session," he said as they sat at their favorite lunch table in Gaston's Brasserie, a glass building in the middle of a park-like clover field.
"After yesterday's squirm-fest? Like descriptions of his butt injections weren't embarrassing enough? It's like a Sunday newspaper feature." she said.
"The day of rest, for football. A day for golf. The call from Mother. The dreaded family meals," he said. The sky was clear and blue. T...
Published on November 15, 2009 07:04