[DaBackpack]

I really did, too, you old crab,
always yelling your fat head off,
always sore at everyone. But behind
the cigar ashes on your vest I kind
of knew you had a heart as big as a
house... Back in my office there was
a phone message from Mrs. Dietrichson
about the renewals. She didn't want
me to come tomorrow evening. She
wanted me to come Thursday afternoon
at three-thirty instead. I had a lot
of stuff lined up for that Thursday
afternoon, including a trip down to
Santa Monica to see a couple of live
prospects about some group insurance.
But I kept thinking about Phyllis
Dietrichson and the way that anklet
of hers cut into her leg.