Third Fair

For you, anything. Did you read that poem from this morning? One of her best poems that doesn’t have to do with fish. They serve fish for brunch there, right? Had some kippers for breakfast; still hungry, though; ought to get some flowers. A guy I knew from the realty service runs one. His son’s there too, lost his dentistry license for malpractice on some guy’s bridge. No, you’re fine. Who’ll notice? No, you’re qualified. You’ve filed before, you can type well and you know Excel, I can totally get you a position. Is that a new shirt? You sure?