“You stopped,” said Wendy.“I killed a life!”Ever practical, I suggested, “You should move your car.”Wendy waved me away.A hurried consulta...ion.“Keys are in it, David,” Wendy said. “Move it. Put it behind the Jeep.”“Yes, Ma’am.”I moved the car and parked it behind the Jeep. I took the keys out of the ignition. Wendy, by this time, had the girl on the porch. Wendy took the keys.“Glass of tea, David,” Wendy said. She asked the girl, “Sweet or yankee?”“Sweet, please.”“You could use the sugar,”. Miss Couse had muscular arms. I noticed that while looking up her sleeve she had bigger biceps than I did.The other thing I noticed was that Miss Couse had hairy armpits. Not just a little stubble like my Mom and sister did if they didn't shave for a few days, and not a little wisp of hair like I did. Even peeking down the darkened sleeve I could see that Miss Couse even had more hair under her arms than any guy I had even seen.Ever since I found that magazine up in our attic a few years ago,. I had my long blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, which withthe scraggly beard I had been growing all summer, made me look a bit likean artist. I had hoped the beard would make me look more mature, but itnever really filled in and it was so light in color that it lackedpresence. The lady visitor just looked me over, smiled as if mildlyamused and then came closer for a question."Good morning, I'm Alice Mann from the Kings Pike branch and I'm lookingfor Roger Gardner. He supposedly runs the. She’s my wife and I want her back. No matter what.”“She always said you were a good man. I guess she was right.”She left and Jeri came in so that we could continue working on the Windows version of our software.November 15, 1988, Chicago, Illinois“Happy Birthday, Elyse!” we all shouted when she came into the conference room.“You turkeys!” she laughed. “How did this happen without me signing off on it?”“I paid for it out of my pocket,” I said. “How else could it happen without the CFO knowing.