I can’t imagine Pam will be in at two o’clock on a Monday afternoon, and I’m right. A woman who sounds polished enough to be her secretary takes my number and says Pam will be glad to return the call. Then I get Gillette’s machine and tell her I want a meeting because I’m not going to change course on the book without the affirmative from Barry. I think Gillette will appreciate my tone, as she likes hardball. Next I do Fowler, who is home.I ask him how he’s feeling.“It’s not so much a question of feeling any way in particular,” he says. “It’s a question of gradually discovering new incapabilities. For instance, today I haven’t brushed my teeth, not because I forgot or don’t want to, but because every time I try, my hands decide it’s time to go on vacation. And right now it isn’t just my hands. One of my arms has decided the same thing. I can’t move it. So in answer to your question, I don’t know how I’m feeling, except amazed and scared out of my fucking mind.”“Do you want me there?”“Another tough one,”
