The winter was long, howling and bleak, but John passed through it in a heady glow, ignited by two events on one day.
“We’ve done it, we’ve bloody done it,” came Brian Gerard’s near hysterical voice over the telephone. John’s involvement in the business was growing steadily and he had been able to keep only a most cursory interest in the work at ‘the store’, which was what he and his father had christened the Brijon Trading Co. He had no idea what Brian was babbling about.
“Slowly Brian,” he pleaded. “Take it slowly. What have you done?”
“It, John. It. We’ve stabilized it. We’ve licked it. It works.”
Understanding dawned, but he could hardly believe it. He tried to quell Brian.
“How stable is it?” he asked suspiciously. Brian was too high in the air to be offended. “Completely, John.
