Chapter Twenty-Seven
So, my week. It seems to go slowly, to end on Sunday mornings with Miss Marsha’s tutelage being the highlight.
Monday I drive to Spencer Power Tools, resignation letter in hand. There I find that my decision... wife’s decision?.. is not a complete surprise. Though the business is doing well, it’s not through my efforts or those of the other sales guys. Instead the factory booms in selling truckloads of stuff to the big box stores... low margins but high volume. Thus everyone at Spencer is happy... except the likes of me.
A handshake, a promise of a good reference should I need one, and J. Thornton Spencer takes a phone call rather than further confabulate. I depart. Not much to show after eight years on the road... except when I get into my car for the trip home.
