"And I wouldn't be talking to you," Arthur added.
The train doors hissed shut.
"Nice jacket."
Frantic, Arthur ripped through his closet. In his haste, he knocked a stack of old textbooks off the top shelf. They tumbled down, spilling pages and dust. Cursing, he bent to pick them up. It took him four minutes. Four minutes that, in the grand calculus of the universe, changed everything. a tale of unintended fate
"The best fashion choices are usually born of disaster," she said, smiling. She held up a scarf. "What do you think? Too much?" "And I wouldn't be talking to you," Arthur added
Marcus looked up, recognized him, and smiled sheepishly. "You have no idea. My wife left me that morning. I was a mess. I'm sorry I ruined your shirt." In his haste, he knocked a stack of
He changed in the cramped dressing room, looking at himself in the mirror. He looked like a literature professor who had given up on tenure. He looked nothing like a Vice President.