Chapter 10
Thursday, just before dinner time, I got a call from Gail.
“Are you doing anything this evening?” she asked.
“Nope. This is my one free night this week,” was my reply.
“Meet me at Winston’s, then. Would nine be okay for you?”
I had to smile. Winston’s was a local watering hole where Gail and I met from time to time.
“Sure. I’ll see you there.”
* * * *
I got there right at nine o’clock and Gail was already there.
“So, has anything extraordinary happened?”
“The review,” I answered as the bartender placed my drink in front of me.
“There has to be more than that. Look at how you’re glowing.”
“Well, I had a good weekend.”
“Just the weekend?”
“Well, the trustees had a special meeting and offered me a rise if I signed a five-year contract.”
“Yeah!” she applauded. “Are yo
