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“I thought some more about your idea,” I told Fiona as we sat down at the dinner table. “I’m going to talk with Conrad about it later this week.”
She smiled. A real smile. “That’s excellent. I’m happy to hear it.”
“I like your plan about doing an interview, too. I wanted to ask your thoughts about which publication might be best. You’re better read in this industry than I am.”
Fiona loved this topic. She began to enumerate her favorite finance magazines, even recalling the names of a couple writers whose interviews she had read and felt offered thorough, balanced perspectives.
I had forgotten to put my phone on silent.
It began to ring.
“I’m so sorry. Let me just turn it off.”
Of course, it was Iris. I silenced the call, switched my phone to vibrate, and returned
