Please continue."
"I have no further questions."
Whew, she gave up. Henry wiped his brow. That was close,
I figured she'd keep picking at him until he blew up and spat-
tered all over the room. Hurriedly he said, "You're excused,
Randy. Please tell Ian to come in before you leave."
Randy shared in the relief felt by the chair of the panel.
He ran lightly up the stairs to the witness room. "You're on
next, Ian." He was surprised when Ian fairly catapulted out of
the room, grabbing his arm as he passed and nearly hurled them
both down the stairs. "What in hell is the damned hurry?"
Safely away from the second floor, Ian steered Randy into
an alcove from where he could see the stairs. "That Mark!
Honestly, Randy, he's been driving me crazy. Talks a blue streak
all the time. Ask him the date and he'll discourse for hours on
end before he gets to the point. Holding any kind of a conversation
with him is as impossible as stopping a hurricane by shouting at it.
"I kept trying to get away. Once, I said I had to take a piss
and the son of a bitch came along with me, whizzing away in the next urinal,
without missing a word.
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