Working Things Out

Tony Covatta

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Molly: “Why so glum, Mort?”

“My shrink, Sigmund. Charges $185/hour. Know what he said today?”

“Can’t guess. Tell me.”

“ ‘Mort, things have a way of working out.’ I can’t believe it. All that time, money, and he spouts simple minded junk. I’m going to quit.”

“Not so fast, big guy. We’ve got a lot invested in Sigmund and each other. I want things to ‘work out.’ Help me out—was he looking right at you when he said it?”

“Couldn’t say.”

“Thought so. It’s up to you to ‘work things out.’

By the way, how’s your job hunt going?”

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