The message to the venerable sage from his Broker was so important that it was delivered by Courier. It read,”Sell your widget stock now!” By noon the Face of Everyman felt so prosperous that he ordered a plate of Cucumber sandwiches prepared by the kitchen staff of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. They were wickedly good.
A heat wave struck the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Anastasiya, thought by many to be the reincarnation of the last Romanov, left the seclusion of her small cote to complain that the air conditioning was not working. the Face of Everyman duly noted the problem and vowed that someone would be out by Tuesday; Thursday at the latest.
Esmeralda began to question whether Robb was Gas Lighting their relationship. She ran a few things by the Face of Everyman: The gift of a day at the Spa, Those Facebook photos of another Dove, Emails to someone named Chanel. Robb said that she was imagining things. The venerable sage often dealt with these types of situations. He helped her arrive at her own conclusion; all the while trying to remember to renew his subscription to Psychology Today.
the Face of Everyman regretted allowing tour bus companies the privilege of mid-day stop overs at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Many thought this the lunch stop and descended on the world class buffet table like a swarm of locust. Quarterly profit information for the Food Service Division was not shared with stockholders. An asterisk was thought to suffice.