Michelson was giggling wildly and clapping his hands together. She gave me one of those “you are an inch from dead” looks and answered “Ma’am.”
I got the message. XXNX ***
When I got to the clinic or rehabilitation center or whatever it was, they paged Dr. ‘Maybe Secret Book something. I wanted him to remember me and to remember that I was some hick doing something crazy. Her face was turned slightly from me, but I could see that she made a very small motion with her head. Her eyes were wide in surprise, but she said nothing and made no other indication of anything being strange. That same warmth flowed down from my shoulder as I said, “Sounds good to me, but I prefer the $50,000 in cash.”
I was waiting for him to correct my amount, but instead he answered, “Cash it is.” Then he added,
