“Feel any better?” Gail asked as I put my glass down on the table. I had taken a long gulp of my drink when the waitress placed it in front of me.
“Yes,” I said. “I overreacted. I’ll wait a few days until I can get this behind me. Then I’ll call Jim and tell him I want out of the contract.”
Earl walked into the room and up to our small table. When he saw the look on Gail’s face, he sat down and frowned at me. Gail told him what I had said.
“Don’t do anything foolish,” he said. “In fact, don’t do anything. Period. Go home and sleep on it. Just think about it for a few days, but don’t make any decisions or rash moves. We can meet for another drink, on Thursday or over the weekend when you’ve had a chance to cool down.”
“I’m not the one who should think about cooling down,” I groused.
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