Skingle and I’m afraid he is tied up for the better part of the afternoon, Mr. Chasteen,” the secretary told me over the phone. “May I tell him what this is in reference to?” She had a lovely voice. Jamaican, very sing-songy. I’ve been known to fall in love with women based simply on the sound of their voices over a telephone. “Tell him it’s in a reference to a two-by-four.” “A two-by-four?” “Yes, the two-by-four that will be applied to the side of his head if he doesn’t make time for me.” Was threatening bodily harm to the assistant consul for Homeland Security a federal offense? Screw it. Besides, I thought I heard the secretary giggle before she put me on hold. When she came back on, she said: “How does five-thirty sound?” “Sounds like four and a half hours from now. Nothing sooner?” “Afraid not.” “Then tell Mr. Skingle that I would be delighted to join him at five-thirty.” “Very good. I’ll put you down,” she said. “And, Mr. Chasteen?”
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