I chug the drink in the first twenty minutes of our flight.
I don’t like leaving my clients in the lurch.
Or in that case, one rather indispensable client: I spent the forty-eight hours pre-takeoff alternating between trying to talk her down and pump her up.
Part 2
We’ve already bumped the deadline for her next book back six months.
The whole publishing schedule will be thrown off.
She’s so superstitious about the drafting process that we don’t even know what she’s working on, but I fire off another you-can-do-it email on my phone anyway.
“So” she says, appeased, and drags her cartoonishly large purse onto the folding tray table.
She fishes out an actual , full-sized folder and flops it open.
“Heist, Sissy,Robbery sounds so de’classe’ , and we’re going to wearing three-piece-suits the whole time.” she says, not missing a beat as she pulls two identical laminated sheets with the typed heading LIFE-CHANGING VACATION LIST
It looks like your face muscles are being controlled by a half dozen amateur puppeteers, Now, back to the bucket list.
I’d say it’s the glint of mischief.
Wear a flannel shirt.
We’ll have to thrift some- maybe, we can find some cowgirl boots too.