#Chapter 109: Scratches

Alexander “I thought some more about your idea,” I told Fiona as we sat down at the dinner table. “I’m going to talk with Conrad about it later this week.” She smiled. A real smile. “That’s excellent. I’m happy to hear it.” “I like your plan about doing an interview, too. I wanted to ask your thoughts about which publication might be best. You’re better read in this industry than I am.” Fiona loved this topic. She began to enumerate her favorite finance magazines, even recalling the names of a couple writers whose interviews she had read and felt offered thorough, balanced perspectives. I had forgotten to put my phone on silent. It began to ring. “I’m so sorry. Let me just turn it off.” Of course, it was Iris. I silenced the call, switched my phone to vibrate, and returned it to my pocket. Fiona did not resume what she had been saying. Instead she turned her focus to her meal. I wasn’t sure what to say. More promises that I was going to get Iris to stop interrupting