"Might as well tell me to quit breathing." Well, to put the capper on it, the doc told me I had an incipient ulcer.
"Get your butt in gear or get your butt out." " He had worked at Crager and Barton for eighteen months before joining the Morton Agency. Bobby Crager dropped by my office one day and gave me a fatherly little pep talk. dad died-heart attack-and I'd developed this hacking cough. "I wasn't in very good shape," McCann said. "Sure," he said, and gulped at his drink when it came. My God, Morrison thought with an inner wince. " He looked speculatively at Morrison and sipped his drink.
He pulled out a roll of antacid pills and crunched one in his mouth. "Fantastic! Congratulations! When did all this happen?" He tried to tell himself that the little worm of jealousy in his stomach was just acid indigestion. I'm supposed to hold his hand because we lost out on a big special next spring." He hooked his feet around a bar stool and lighted a cigarette. He had been overworking, overeating, and smoking too much. "So do you," McCann said, but Morrison knew it was a lie. He had apparently switched to contact lenses. In college he had been a thin, pallid chain smoker buried behind huge horn-rimmed glasses. A little heavier than when Morrison had seen him at the Atlanta Exhibition the year before, but otherwise he looked awesomely fit. Morrison was waiting for someone who was hung up in the air traffic jam over Kennedy International when he saw a familiar face at the end of the bar and walked down.
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