“So, what are you going to do now?” Kim asked. We were sitting in a coffee shop in Peterborough a few days after I had returned from my final meeting with Carl. I had just told her about Carl's divorce and his new girlfriend. I left out the part about his proposal to go to bed with me in my hotel.
“I'm just going to lie low for awhile, I think,” I said. “Oddly enough, I'm not as upset about it now as I thought I would be. I'm more peeved than anything else.”
“Peeved is good,” she said. “You're