Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them. To die,to sleep,
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache and the thousand...
I was leaving, practically out the door, when the phone rang. I could have ignored it, just kept going. After all, it really wasn't my phone. But you know how it is with phones: they ring, we answer.
“I can’t seem to get anything but the classical station,” she said. It wasn’t an apology, more a statement of fact. She came around from behind the desk and offered her hand. I can't identify perfumes any better than I can paint treatments, but I'll tell you this: I have never grasped the hand of anyone who smelled quite so nice. “It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Baer,” she said. “I'm Natalie Willoughby, the principal here at Westview.”