Your Wish, My Demand“Clint! Aren’t you ready yet? It’s almost one o’clock, man!”
Kyle Rivers, my business partner of ten years and best friend since college, was a bit of a worrier. If I let him, he’d work himself into a state that we really didn’t have time to deal with right now.
“Calm down, Kyle,” I said in a gentle but firm tone while I printed out a quote sheet.
He responded immediately to the cadence of my voice, took a deep breath, and relaxed, just like I knew he would. “Okay, Clint.”
It was a quirk he had, but one I never abused, considering his background of mistreatment, first from his parents’ verbal insults growing up—and their rejection—to asshole, abusive ex-boyfriends. I only used that particular tone when Kyle got agitated to the point of near hysteria, like today.
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