“John Thompson, head of J T Industries, (JTI), was at the Halloween office party.”
They entered the office, his hand on her shoulder and sat down.
In a few minutes, the secretary said; “Mr. Salvatore will see you now.” They got up, his hand on her right shoulder and walked to the open door.
Jim slowly moved his head over. There was warmth. He moved a bit more. Holy Shit! feathers! He leaped out of bed and turned on the light. He saw a beautiful, blue-eyed blonde, smiling up at him. But feathers?
I gave the parking valet the keys to my classic white Jaguar XK 120. “Don’t scratch it,” I said, and went inside. It was first time I’d eaten at ‘Gambino’s Family, Italian Restaurant.’
The waiter brought my coffee and soup. I put a package of equal, and two creams, in the coffee and stirred. I unfolded my napkin, and laid it across my lap. I picked up my soup spoon and stopped. There was a fly in my soup.