Can you believe this rain?
David Dill skimmed the promos he had agreed to do on his Monday morning Dilligent podcast.
“More coffee!” he yelled to his assistant.
He looked outside his office window. Open umbrellas crowded the sidewalks: black, red, black, plaid, transparent bubble, black, flowered, black, black. His sixth-floor view was expansive enough to perceive the curtain of rain moving from west to east like a gray shroud.
It was raining everywhere from the Mississippi to the Hudson.
David Dill’s assistant came in with his coffee and a croissant from the bakery across the street. He bit into the warm, soft half-moon, and turned to his assistant with his mouth full.
“You’re a goddess, Ronnie!” he said, trying not to open his mouth.
Ronnie raised her eyebrows, then turned to leav
