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He scratched his head. "Well, I'm not sure. We're talking 1990, so presumably, there
would be a lot I didn't know about something or other that was sold when I was in college
and couldn't afford it."
"I think you should come to the party," she said simply.
"Oh, yeah, right," he scoffed, going back to his reading. "Like you're going to drag your
boss on a weekend trip that you're taking for the express purpose of getting away from
work."
"I'm not taking it for the express purpose of getting away from work. I'm taking it for the
express purpose of my friend being engaged. And to be honest, it's really very selfish on
my part to invite you, given that one of my main motivations for doing it is that I expect
you would be a lot easier to handle if you actually took a deep breath more than once
ever five years." She walked over and took the papers from him. "I'm serious. You
should come."
"I'm not going to bust up some intimate gathering of friends and family. Besides, if the
things you say about your friends are true, I'm apparently in imminent danger of
becoming romantically involved with two or three of them at a time if I venture anywhere
near whatever those voodoo vibes are that they give off. I'm too busy for angst."
"It's hardly an intimate gathering. Between the people that know her, the people that
know him, the people that know those people . . . nobody is going to notice one
corporate weasel in the crowd."
"I can't cancel everything I have all day Monday, Joey. You keep my schedule, you
know how it is."
She snorted derisively. "You have Petrie at 8:30. He wants more money for that stupid
thing with the animated monkey, and you're not going to give it to him, whether he begs
you or not. You have Kate at 9:00, and she wants you to throw a party for the interns,
and she's going to make one of her moving speeches, and because her being married
hasn't stopped you from having a monster crush on her, you're going to pay for it,
whatever she wants, whether she begs you or not. At 10:00, you're scheduled for part
five-hundred-and-twelve of the what-will-we-do-about-employee-parking discussion,
which you're eventually going to leave up to Dave and Ben because you don't care one
way or the other. At 11:00, you're supposed to go across town to have lunch with Marty
Brown and his Nerds of Renown while they give you an hour-long presentation that they
could just as well give you in a two-page letter. 1:30 is Fisher Frye, for God's sake, so I
don't have to say any more about that. 2:30 is that lobbyist guy from the Chamber of
Commerce who always calls me Joanie, who's coming here to kiss up to you so you'll
write a letter saying you can't get any good workers because of the unfavorable tax
climate, which letter you aren't going to give him, because you don't even like the
Chamber of Commerce. 3:30 is Margaret, who you know perfectly well doesn't have
anything on her agenda except maybe a PowerPoint presentation on the pros and cons
of getting in your pants. At 4:00, you've got an hour with someone from the accounting
department who probably wants to discuss long division. Finally, 5:00 is the business
reporter for the Globe, who wants you to say something embarrassing on Monday that