The Paradox Factor
You see many people in the bar, Sammy's Place is really busy tonight, but you don't seem to be a part of it.
You look around to be sure that you still have the privacy that you had when you sat down in this dark booth.
You carefully set the black leather camera bag onto the table and reach into the pocket. You pull out a yellow manilla envelope.
Tears run down your face and you begin to sob as you see what is inside. You can't believe it, how is this possible?
You try to choke back the anger, fear, guilt and sadness; hoping that Ally doesn't come over to ask what is wrong.
This is the end. You close up the envelope and put it back into the black leather camera bag. You pick up a Sammy's Place business card and quickly write a message on the back.
You look around to be sure that you still have the privacy that you had when you sat down in this dark booth.
You carefully set the black leather camera bag onto the table and reach into the pocket. You pull out a yellow manilla envelope.
Tears run down your face and you begin to sob as you see what is inside. You can't believe it, how is this possible?
You try to choke back the anger, fear, guilt and sadness; hoping that Ally doesn't come over to ask what is wrong.
This is the end. You close up the envelope and put it back into the black leather camera bag. You pick up a Sammy's Place business card and quickly write a message on the back.