Chapter Fourteen Page 20
The years go by.
Cohen: I hope you don’t mind that I brought my Being along.
Eeeexcellent. I think I’ll put it in my front hall.
I hope you don’t mind that I brought my Being along.
Lackey: Boss? It’s a Jessica Lake. You said you’d take her call today?
Cohen: Oh, right.
Stu: Hey, Jess. How are you doing?
Uh-huh . . .
. . . what?
What do you mean, “malignant”?