Rock was a new employee with a financial firm whose clients were enjoying a banner morning. Two people called to ask how they should respond to the day's grand news from Wall Street, and Rock, consistent with his lifelong habits of money management, suggested they remain cautious. He hung up and discussed the meaning of these early numbers with a man he assumed was his boss. They were alone in the office. It was dimly lighted as though it were night.
When Rock rose to walk to the bathroom, past his cat Jo, he was disappointed to see it was 8:30 a.m. and thus too late to join the Geezers at Burns Park to discuss with them the significance of this windfall.
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