I tried to eat well on the road so I wouldn't become ill."Nothing like a balanced breakfast," Tom said as he sipped the coffee I made for him, and bit...into the cinnamon bun, we pickup up in the convenience store."You want some of my cereal?" I asked."No, I want to go to a restaurant for breakfast," he said."Why didn't you say so," I said. I'll be happy to stop for breakfast anytime you want." I really don't want to stop for breakfast. The bun and coffee is all I would have at home. Just. Nothing outstanding.”“I work hard, Ms. Carlton. I’m almost always the first intern in and the last one out every day.”I wanted to say that I was doing a lot of background work for several of the other interns, but I didn’t want to get anyone else in trouble. In any event, I couldn’t prove it.“Good day to you,” she said. * I had lunch with Adriana, another of the interns. She was a Hispanic from Miami with dark hair and eyes and we were sharing a summer sublet together. We’d met at the. "She was a nice-looking woman, Mitch. Late forties. Old enough to be my mom if she'd gotten a real early start. When she first come up to me in the bar, I thought for a minute she might be a hooker, y'know? But hookers her age look a lot shabbier than this woman did."I could tell she was a little embarrassed, coming up to a strange guy in a bar and trying to strike up a conversation. It didn't help that I was so much younger than she was." 'Excuse me, sir, ' she says. 'May I speak to you for a. ”“Who knows? I might like being an orang-utan,” I retorted.“Not if I make you an orang-utan with self esteem issues,” she said, and as Richie tugged at her sleeve, they turned to go. “See you later,” she said to me as they left. I watched them walking down the driveway, and it occurred to me that Krista’s witch’s dress, being too small for her, was like a mini skirt, showing off her shapely legs. I wondered if Vicky had realised what she’d look like in it when she hired it.I went back inside,.