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than my day,” she moaned. “I had to put five employees in the street to make way for our automated stock purchasers. And now I’ll have to work harder myself to keep up with the faster pace of the machines.”
“Yep, a good dose of southern gentility should calm you down,” said Newt.
Greta came into the room again. Newt saw her with peripheral vision that forced him into a 20/20 grimace. “Oh no, here comes my conscience,” he muttered.
Carol smiled. She enjoyed seeing men squirm between reason and desire.
“How’s it be?” said Newt, trying to look happy to see Greta again.
“Sunshine fine,” grinned Greta. She turned to Carol. “Interrupt, don’t let me.”
Carol smiled gently and Newt said: “No problem. Carol and I were just talking about what a jungle it is out there.” “Seriously Newt,” spoke Greta. “Right ahead you go. Just going to TV game watch I am.” She turned to the man on her left who was more than glad to explain basketball
particulars to her.
Newt tried to return his concentration to Carol. “She
seems like a very nice lady,” purred Carol. “Hope I’m not in the way.”
“No no,” he insisted. “She’s just a friend. Where were we? Oh yeah. Bartender! Bring another Manhattan for this here business woman of the year!”
Newt had a curious schizo feeling. Facing Greta he seemed a pretentious drunk. Facing Carol he felt like gallantry personified.
“Why thank you Newt. I’ve often admired how relaxed