I spent the afternoon at my desk returning calls and drafting pleadings, but my mind was elsewhere, preoccupied with the riddle of my father. Duke offered to keep digging around, but I asked him to hold off for a while. After my embarrassing meltdown at lunch, maybe I wasn"t ready to hear it. Or maybe the best thing to do was to plow through and resolve this nagging problem for good. I couldn"t think straight anymore. I spent so much time giving advice to my clients and helping them make decisions that I was too burnt out to deal with my own stuff. What I needed was some perspective, some distance, and possibly some psychoanalysis, but, most of all, I needed a good laugh. What I needed was my friend, Grace. The best way to chat with Grace during the day was by text. She worked in Fort Laud
