LUBA
Don't give me that crap. You're all the same. Cut from the same piece of chintz. I didn't hear from him again for seven weeks. Seven weeks. Not a phone call. Nothing. Not even a message from his constipated secretary. She was having a field day. Very polite at first. "No, I'm sorry, Mr. Evert isn't here today. Can I take a message?" Very careful.…