“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.