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good idea. He leads me into an office. We

don't say a word. The sound of an old

air conditioner sings in the background.

"Take a seat." He motions to a chair

at a round table near a window. I oblige,

and he does the same.

"Thanks for seeing me on such short

notice," I say.

"How can I help you, Mrs.

Finley?" I can tell he isn't one for small