When You Sleep With Dogs You Get Fleas |
Bebe sat at his desk, wondering when the President would call him again. Their last conversation had been rough—heated enough to leave scorch marks on both ends of the line.
Then he thought, Maybe I should call him. He’s never been very good at making apologies.
At that exact moment, the red light on his phone began blinking.
Bebe waited four seconds before picking up the receiver.
“Good evening, Mr. President. I’m glad you called. I was just about to ring you myself. How is life treating........