*Knock-Knock-Knock.* "Damnit Jim! I'm your best friend for Christ's sake! I know you are feeling down but you've missed three days of work! Your boss ...alled me and said if you aren't in by this Friday you're fired! Open the fucking door!" Go away, Tom!" I finally called back.*Pound-Pound-Pound!* "Jim Smith: so-help-me-God if you don't open this mother-fucking God-Damned door right the fuck now I am going to break the fucking thing down: do you understand me?!?!?"Tom is my best friend, but he. He would still have to get a loan to cover the build out of another pizzeria. They would have to be in different parts of town so that they didn’t steal business from each other.“You’re probably right if you run the business the way you’ve been doing it,” Mr. Harrison said.“I’d have to train three people to be managers,” Dan said.“That’s true. You’d also need to set up your bookkeeping a little differently,” Mr. Harrison said.“What do you mean?” Dan asked. Keeping track of the accounts and. She told me how much she loved the play and my performance during our first meeting and we seemed to connect.We always managed to chat briefly for a few minutes until I had to leave her and circle the room greeting the other audience members.In our brief conversations I learned that she was really into the whole vampire/ Halloween scene with Dracula being her favorite character of course. Now despite her obvious attraction to me and my interest in her she declined invites to join me for. We should have bought more yesterday. I've really been enjoying it the last several days."As the day wore on Aaron became worried. Bonnie had been gone all day and he had not heard a peep from her. Beginning mid afternoon Aaron had made repeated attempts to reach her on her cell phone. Finally at 1830 that evening, his worry intensifying, he called the highway patrol to see if she had an accident. They told him there was no record of his vehicle or wife being involved in an accident.Aaron sat.