CHAPTER NINE
The phone in his office rang. "Hello
"Mr, Dewey would like to see you, please."
"Thank you."
"It's set," Dewey said with a smile, as Bob entered his office and sat down. "It will come off in about a week. There will be a memo to that effect." Then he quickly added: "It ought to be quite wild..."
"Groovy. Let's see how it works."
"Is that all you've got to say."
"What do you want me to say?" Slight pause.
"Nothing I guess. Except, it's mighty hard to be friendly to you, it seems."
"Maybe it's the generation gap," Bob smiled in an effort to pacify the jowled, balding man.
Dewey har-hared.
A wonder his face didn't crack, Bob thought smugly. Then ... ' He left.
The week passed with lots of f*****g and sucking between Bob and his four girls. So far, no one else, not eve
