The Man on Her Left
“Yes, ma’am.”
“He’s not going to stop.”
“No, ma’am.”
And I said — and this is the one time in two years I raised it, and I raised it badly, and I have gone over it more than anything else in this account — I said:
“Ma’am, can I ask you something as a favor and then I’ll leave it.”
“Go on.”
“What happens in eighteen months?”
She looked at me.