Deeper water by Robert Whitlow

Author:Robert Whitlow
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: ebook, book
Publisher: Thomas Nelson
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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BY THE END OF THE FIRST WEEK, I HAD BEGUN TO DOUBT MS. Patrick’s promise that a summer clerk job at Braddock, Appleby, and Carpenter would be more fun than toil. Mr. Carpenter added two more projects to my workload and three more to Julie’s stack. She and I worked together on the Folsom case, and I revised her memo on the secured transaction issue, but we had to go our separate ways on the new projects. She worked directly with Mr. Carpenter. I found myself reporting more and more to Robert Kettleson, a senior associate who confidently informed me that he was next in line for partner.

Kettleson, a tall, skinny man, communicated with me via e-mails that he typed at all hours of the day and night. He wanted my responses in writing so there would be no doubt about my opinion. The process bothered me, but I had to admit it forced me to be very careful in my research.

I had no time to work on the Jones case. When I asked Zach about it, he pointed to the files on the corner of his desk and told me justice for indigent defendants like Moses Jones would have to wait another week. At least the old man had food to eat and a roof over his head.

Late Friday afternoon, Julie returned to the library and plopped down on the other side of the table.

“Are you coming to work tomorrow?” she asked. “Please say no because I don’t want to be the only clerk who abandons the office to spend a few hours at Tybee Island beach. Why don’t you come with me? We’re both pale as white bread, but we could lather up with sunscreen and pretend we’re from Nova Scotia.”

“Nova Scotia?”

“If that’s not exotic enough, you can be Norwegian and I’ll be Lebanese.”

“I don’t own a swimsuit.”

“You’re kidding.”

Apparently my face told her the truth.

“Don’t worry about it,” she continued. “I’ll buy one for you and put it on my credit card. You can pay me back when we get our paychecks next week.”

“Do your orthodox cousins in New York go to the beach?” I asked.

“Yeah, there are places where they can go and be among the faithful on certain days of the week, but they don’t wear—” Julie stopped. “Rabbi, are you that conservative?”

“Yes.”

“Wow. You are hard-core.”

Her words stung, but I stayed calm. “I have strong convictions about modesty,” I replied quietly.

“Okay. Suit yourself, or rather don’t if it offends your morals. My parents want me to walk on eggshells around my cousins, which is one reason I don’t like to visit them. But I still want to know if you’re going to spend the day at the office. If you do, it will make me and Vinny look bad.”

“You already talked to Vince?”

“He agreed to take the day off. I didn’t say anything to him about the beach, but if it was okay with you, I wanted to invite him to join us. Two girls and one guy would be irresistible odds.

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