As I’m sure you know as a writer, it can be a real challenge for a male to find the essential nuance and ennui of a female protagonist.’ ‘Jack p...used again to let his words sink in. He was in full selling mode. ‘I have had some commercial success as a writer, I’ve published a number of short stories in reputable periodicals and have just entered into an agreement to publish an anthology.’ Jack handed George the list of published works, it was, Jack knew, a reasonably impressive list of. It came out more like 80/20 in her favor." You had kids, right?" Three of them." That always makes it worse for the man. Luckily Phil and I didn't have ant children to complicate our split." Sore subject?" Very." Hoping that he is in the ditch across the road from Helen?" No, it wasn't his fault that things didn't work out. Enough of the maudlin, what are you up too?" Still with Ford. Working the day shift at Rawsonville. You?" Waiting tables at the Red Fox Inn."The waitress came and Linda. “Good. I’m glad you liked it, sweetie,” she replied, smiling. “Shall we go and watch TV and have a cuddle on the sofa? We can leave clearing the table until we go to bed.”“Mmm, I’d love to, my dear, but I have to get a report finished for presentation to the board tomorrow morning.”“Oh, you’ve been working so much in the evenings lately. Can’t you spend a bit of time with me tonight instead of writing that ratty old report?”“Darling, you know I would prefer not to be working in the evenings,. "You know, the only reason he said that is because he didn't know the answer. ...And if he wasn't going freaking senile he'd…” "Nikki!" Kaylyn interrupted. "He's comin over here." Oh yay." Nikki mumbled. "Nicole!" A balding white haired barrel of a man wearing wrinkled khakis and a bad wool sweater rounded the corner. "Hey Backlund!" They faked in unison.Looking down at her and ignoring their greeting, he continued. "You Miss Hichs, have to make a hop to the tropics." "What?? I didn’t.