| Milo made the highway with ease, but traffic at the tollbooth was backed up halfway across the bridge. He hadn't been able to leave early in weeks, and wouldn't have today except that the call had come in from Chicago that the demo his office had been rushing to prepare had been postponed indefinitely. Bunch of pussies in Chicago Sales, he thought. Weakest link on board. Corporate should drop them before the whole system goes belly down. |
| Gazing through the rectangle of the sunroof at the superstructure, Milo weighed his options. If he reached home, he might still make the beginning of the movie. Or he could throw dinner in the microwave and watch the news and Wheel of Fortune and Jeopardy! while the movie was being taped. Or he could try to restore the kitchen to order in time to catch the Thursday night line-up, then watch the movie in bed. |
| Hell, he might stop in on Sophie and try to spend the night with her. Maybe if she didn't get him too drunk.... But, no, she never appreciated Milo's rare bursts of spontaneity. Last time he knocked on her door without warning, day the air conditioning broke down at the office, she didn't even ask him in. She'd probably had some other guy over, he thought. Better to just ring her up when he got home and make a date for the weekend, now that the demo was out of the way. |
| He could swing by the college and see if Geoff was up for a round of cribbage. Geoff might follow him home to watch Holiday. Milo tried to remember Geoff's sleeping and teaching schedule. Geoff sought every chance to remind people that he preferred to work all night and sleep until well into the afternoon. He was particularly proud of his schedule this semester; he didn't have a class before five. No, before four. He'd just be getting out when Milo reached his office. |
| "Receipt, please?" Milo said to the tollbooth attendant. She handed the white ticket down to him with his change. A neon light thanked him, and the signal at the far end of the divider changed from red to green. |
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