CHAPTER FIVE
“There’s only one thing more precious than our time and that’s who we spend it on.”
LEO CHRISTOPHER
On the way to Mrs. Stewart’s house, Angie asked Sam what she thought of what had happened at Virtual Software that afternoon. Sam sat next to her in the back of a Long Island Yellow Taxicab. The driver, a balding man who hummed along as he listened to Bruce Springsteen tapes, started his wipers as the rain began in earnest.
“We just made it,” Sam said as the heavy drops fell.
“Don’t avoid my question. What do you think of your new job?”
“It’s not my new job yet. I can still decline the offer.”
“I noticed you making eyes at Greg.”
Sam laughed. “Angie! I wasn’t making eyes at him.”
“Coulda fooled me. You’ve got to admit he’s dreamy.”
Bruce sang about being born in Americ
