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RICHARD

THE FAMILIAR ACHE FORMED BY degrees in my head, my eyes became heavy, my shoulders and neck sore. I stared out the window at the gathering storm, wondering if I would make it home before it and the massive headache hit.

The three raps that Amy always used sounded like gunshots to my aching

head. I slouched back against the cool leather of my chair, shutting my eyes. “Come,” I called as loudly as I dared.

“Do you need anything, Richard?”

I didn’t bother to lift my head. “Can you cancel Board Tech?” “I already did.”

“Great. You might as well take off the rest of the afternoon, Amy. I’m going to be useless.”

“Can I do anything else?”

I sighed, keeping my eyes closed. “If it wouldn’t offend you, a cup of coffee and a couple of pain relievers would be appreciated. If you can get my wife on the phone, it would be great.”

Her chuckle was low. “I think I can handle it, Richard.” “Thank you.”

She left, and I rubbed my temples. I knew when I spoke with Katy, she would tell me to leave my