Men At Work
Through The Roof\Taking His Measure\Watching It Go Up
GO FIGURE—Marina Reston found it impossible to drive with cold cucumber slices over her eyes.
Even though she'd carefully cut out iris-sized holes in the centers of them with a sterling-silver grapefruit knife and had removed all those icky little seeds.
Even though she'd pulled a Saks Fifth Avenue baseball cap down to her brow-line and tucked the slices under the rim to keep them in place.
And even though, when that had failed, she'd used a very large manuscript rubber band to hold them on. Driving under the influence of cucumbers just didn't work.
The juice ran into her eyes even when they did stay on. And they created huge blind spots, playing havoc with her depth perception. She was simply going to have to meet private investigator Gina Keys with horrifically puffy eyes.
Thanks, Ben. This wouldn't be a problem if I could stop crying over you.…
How could her fiancé have broken up with her in a letter? How could he have just disappeared? And how could he not answer his cell phone or respond to the increasingly desperate me ... read full excerpt from: Men at Work ebook
