Chapter 3Joe was getting used to the contact lenses. He got so he could put them in each morning and not think about them until he got home in the evening. And he thought he looked less geeky without the glasses, which he still wore to watch TV after he’d taken out the contacts.
He was growing more comfortable with the new job, too, which was good because all the responsibility would soon be on his shoulders.
A day or two before Ed Johnson was supposed to leave, he sent Joe out in the country to talk to a new client.
“This guy’s a cop. I think he may even be the Chief of the Colby Police. But he’s crippled up now and can’t take care of his lawn. So you go out there and meet with him and see what he wants done. Then tell him how much it will cost him.”
“Okay,” Joe said.
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