Chapter SevenNo sooner had I stepped inside the office than Teddy jumped me growling like a pint-sized tiger in a feeding frenzy, gnashing the cigar stub, flicking his suspenders in irritation.
“Goddamit, Joe. Where the hell have you been? Do you know what time it is?” Teddy started talking to himself, thinking aloud, I guess. “The kid goes to write a little piece about some goddam pigs and comes back four hours later. What the hell takes four hours when you're writing about pigs?” He turned his attention back to me. “Tell me, I'd sure like to know. What the hell took you so goddam long?”
“Teddy. You've been knotting your undies too tight again. Listen, you're not going to believe the day I had, honest. You're just not going to believe it.” I'd run back from the morgue and sweated throug
