I Got Fired in the Lobby, Then My Rival Called

call. The lunch. The salary number.

At that, Dan put his coffee down so hard a little bit jumped over the rim.

“Say that again.”

I did.

He let out one low whistle. “Well. Warren’s an idiot.”

My daughter Claire called while we were standing in the kitchen. She’s twenty-four, lives in Providence, and somehow always knows when something’s off. Maybe mothers continue reading …