8I was in a sour mood and ready to spit nails when I reached the office the next morning. I had returned home yesterday to find a nasty note taped to my door courtesy of the landlord. I didn't mind being told that my rent was long overdue, but I did take offense at being labeled a “deadbeat.”
Dotty was reading again when I walked in. This time it was Proust.
“What happened to The Odyssey?” I asked.
“Oh, I finished that when I got here this morning.”
“So fast?”
“Well, I sort of skipped over all the parts that had this man Odysseus in it. I wanted to find out about this other guy Homer, but the author never talked about him. Anyhow, it was all Greek to me.”
Just keep your eyes on those melons and it will be all right, I counseled myself. I asked Miss Einstein if anyone had called but d
