December 11th, 1990
Night flight from PIT – IAD – LHR
Going against my better judgement, I rang David’s office number late last night. I desperately wanted to hear his voice, but instead of voicemail, battle axe picked up!
I knew she’d recognize my accent, so I waited for her to bark a few demands of, “Who is this?” before hanging up, immediately regretting my stupidity.
I won’t be doing that again.