UniversityChapter 78
I had a cappucino and a piece of pastry at the Hyatt while waiting for Rachel. I needed to calm down. I was acting more like a predator, lashing out a stimulus, than a conciliator. In my first class in law it had been pointed out that lawyers were middlemen. Though they served as prosecutors and defenders, they were agents for others. An agent can be passionate, but enthusiasm can never be the ruling force. I was letting my passion rule my reason. Rachel would help. She had always ... even...