Fiction | September 01, 1991

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The idea of driving over to  the coast for the weekend came to him as a revelation–what his English professor used to call an epiphany.  Actually it came to him from Debi, his personal secretary.  “You look so tired, Warren,” she said.  “Last weekend, I left the kids with Pat and went over to Lincoln City and found a motel, and went to bed at nine, and in the morning I had this long walk on the beach.  I must of gone a mile.  It made all the difference.  In  case you noticed how cheerful and brilliant I’ve been all week.” Although he did not always get the details, he generally listened to Debi; and this time what she had said, even the words, came to him, as an epiphany, while he was driving home.

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