,quot; averly said to me from across table.

    quot;t job.quot;

    quot;You mean you still go to t guy on reet?quot; averly asked, arc;Arent you afraid?quot;

    I could sense t I said it any; do you mean, afraid? ;

    quot;I mean, ; averly said. quot;ting your ting a living tissue. Maybe Im being paranoid, being a mot you just cant be too safe t;

    And I sat ted h disease.

    quot;You s; said averly. quot;Mr. Rory. o.quot;

    I felt like screaming. Ss. Every time I asked  of tax questions, for example, surn tion around and make it seem as if I oo co pay for her legal advice.

    S;I really dont like to talk about important tax matters except in my office. I mean, , and its  give me tion. Id feel terrible. And you oo,  you?quot;

    At t crab dinner, I  ed to embarrass o reveal in front of everybody ty so confront  t pages of brocs tax services. ty days late in paying my invoice.

    quot;Maybe I could afford Mr. Rorys prices if someones firm paid me on time,quot; I said easing grin. And I o see averlys reaction. Sered, speechless.

    I couldnt resist rubbing it in: quot;I ts pretty ironic t a big accounting firm cant even pay its oime. I mean, really, averly, ;

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    quot;ing!quot; said my fatill cricycles and crayon colors.

    quot;ts rig  to talk about t; said averly quietly.

    quot;So s are going to do?quot; said Vincent, trying to be funny. Nobody laughed.

    I  about to let ime. quot;ell, every time I call