Chapter 23I woke up early, but not as early as Mumbles, who had left by the time I was sitting down to breakfast and gulping down some Maxwell House. I had to admit that I felt good after last night's talk with the Mumbler. He had put matters into perspective for me. No question about it. He had turned out to be a better friend than I could have imagined.
I called to make an appointment to see Fatso Blatt. I told Miss Snooty Pants, his secretary, that I was available all day. She said that she was sure that Mr. Blatt would be thrilled to see one of his most reliable and gifted associates. I thought that sarcasm rather than honey was dripping from her overpainted lips, but who knows? Maybe she had come to appreciate my true worth. Unfortunately, the fat guy was currently tied up in confere
