Annual Meeting
Andrea loves her husband and devotes herself to helping him succeed
"Darling, I'm just going to run to the ladies’ room." "But," Winston stammered, "but you'll miss my speech." "I've heard it, remember?" Andrea said with a smile, collecting her clutch purse and pushing back from the table. I can almost recite it myself, she thought, recalling the hours they’d spent together rehearsing, writing and making changes. Forty minutes, she thought as she recalled the memory of those evenings. It...