Standing at the water cooler, Stan, a 30-something actuary, turned to Amy, a co-worker about his age. “I think I’d like to get to know you, Amy,” Stan told his colleague of long standing. Amy pulled her chin back an inch and regarded the man with a puzzled look. “Stan, we’ve known each other for … Continuar leyendo “On Ne Sait Jamais” by Bill Tope