CHAPTER 31
Monday morning found me back at work, but not exactly working. I was off to a slow start--surfing the web, reading the news, checking out f*******:--basically, anything I could do to avoid work. I'm a master procrastinator, but, like any acquired skill, it took me years of practice.
I was enjoying my early morning solitude when Lisa burst into my office, clearly distraught.
"Jamie, there's a crazy homeless guy in the lobby and he won't leave! He said he has to talk to you. What should I do? Call the police?"
"It's alright, Lisa, I'll go see what he wants. Why don't you wait here?"
I was a little nervous, I'll admit. Being a divorce lawyer isn't the safest job in the world, especially considering that two of my colleagues had been killed by angry litigants in the past few ye
