Post-It: Apology
Author: Guede Mazaka |
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*** John checked his watch, winced, and then picked up his golf bag. The whining from the corner increased in pitch till it was like nails on a chalkboard. “Look, it’s nothing personal here, but I’m running a bit late and you’re being very, very uncooperative.” He selected an eight-iron wood, then eyed the other man. Jane could be nasty with the teeth when she was kept waiting. He stuck that one back in the bag and pulled out his biggest wedge. “Let’s start over. Hi. I need to know the codes to your safe.” *** |