every year at the
Christmas party. The ceramic Alice had been on Maureen Hannon's desk―a gift from her granddaughter
she'd told me once. Maureen had the most beautiful white hairwhich she wore longto her waist. You
rarely see that in a business situationbut she'd been with the company for almost forty years and felt she
could wear her hair any way she liked. I remembered both the conch shell and the steel pennybut not in
whose cubicles (or offices) they had been. It might come to me; it might not. There had been lots of
cubicles (and offices) at Light and BellInsurers.
The shellthe mushroomand the Lucite cube were on the coffee table in my living roomgathered in a
neat pile. The Farting Cushion was―quite rightlyI thought
―lying on top of my toilet tankbeside the
current issue of Spenck's Rural Insurance Newsletter. Rural insurance used to be my specialtyas I think I
told you. I knew all the odds.
What were the odds on this?
When something goes wrong in your life and you need to talk about itI think that the first impulse for
most people is to call a family member. This wasn't much of an option for me. My father put an egg in his
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