Twenty-Five Years and Nothing to My Name

Two months before the wedding, Fred Gilbert caused another disaster.

He drowned the beloved dog a key client had brought along, and his reason was that Angela Simmons was allergic to dog hair.

I moved to fix it the moment it happened, and I was busy with it for two solid months.

Gifts, concessions, and a purebred of the same breed bought at a steep price.

In the end, I even knelt in front of the client.

Only then, barely, did I hold on to a project we'd worked with for years.

All the while, Angela used the excuse of clearing her head and flew around the world with Fred.