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Bobby called me at home to say he was sick and not coming into work. He had a fever and had been vomiting. He claimed it had nothing to do with the few beers he had last night. I believed him. He sounded bad and he had dragged himself to work in the past when he’d been hung over. I did have a speck of doubt, however, wondering if his failure to push himself was due to my accusing him of taking the two-hundred dollars. I did say I was sorry, and planned to give him a more meaningful apology, but yesterday did not provide the occasion to do so. I took him at his word. He made the effort to call me early so I could make the necessary arrangements.
A steady, light rain fell but without the prior day’s wind. Fortunately, a Mariners golf umbrella I had ordered arrived so I could try it out
