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Jacktossedtheaersonmydesk—hiseyebrowsknitintoastraightlineasheglaredatme.
“Whatswrong?”
Iasked.
Hejabbedafingerattheroosal.“Nexttimeyouwanttochangeanything，askmefirst，”
hesaid，turningonhisheelsandleavingmestewinginanger.
Howdarehetreatmelikethat，Ithought.Ihadchangedonelongsentence，andcorrectedgrammar—somethingIthoughtIwasaidtodo.
ItsnotthatIhadntbeenwarned.Theotherwomen，whohadservedinmylacebeforeme，calledhimnamesIcouldntreeat.Oneco-workertookmeasidethefirstday.“Hesersonallyresonsiblefortwodifferentsecretariesleavingthefir”
shewhisered.
Astheweekswentby，IgrewtodesiseJack.ItwasagainsteverythingIbelievedin—turntheothercheekandloveyourenemies.ButJackquicklyslaedaverbalinsultonanycheekturnedhisway.Irayedaboutit.Buttobehonest，Iwantedtouthiminhislace，notlovehi
Oneday，anotherofhiseisodesleftmeintears.Istormedintohisoffice，rearedtolosemyjobifneeded，butnotbeforeIletthemanknowhowIfelt.IoenedthedoorandJackglancedu.
“What?”
hesaidabrutly.
SuddenlyIknewwhatIhadtodo.Afterall，hedeservedit.
Isatacrossfromhi“Jack，thewayyouvebeentreatingmeiswrong.Iveneverhadanyoneseaktomethatway.Asarofessional，itswrong，anditswrongformetoallowittocontinue，”
Isaid.
Jacksnickerednervouslyandleanedbackinhischair.Iclosedmyeyesbriefly.Godhelme，Irayed.
“Iwanttomakeyouaromise.Iwillbeafriend，”
Isaid.“Iwilltreatyouasyoudeservetobetreated，withresectandkindness.Youdeservethat，”
Isaid.“Everybodydoes.”
Isliedoutofthechairandclosedthedoorbehindme.
Jackavoidedmetherestoftheweek.Proosals，secs，andlettersaearedonmydeskwhileIwasatlunch，andthecorrectedversionswerenotseenagain.IbroughtcookiestotheofficeonedayandleftabatchonJacksdesk.AnotherdayIleftanote.“Hoeyourdayisgoinggreat.”
itread.
Overthenextfewweeks，Jackreaeared.Hewasreserved，buttherewerenoothereisodes.Co-workerscorneredmeinthebreakroo
“GuessyougottoJack，”
theysaid.“Youmusthavetoldhimoffgood.”
Ishookmyhead.“JackandIarebecomingfriends.”
Isaidinfaith.IrefusedtotalkabouthiEverytimeIsawJackinthehall，IsmiledathiAfterall，thatswhatfriendsdo.
Oneyearafterour“talk，”
IdiscoveredIhadbreastcancer.Iwas32，themotherofthreebeautifulyoungchildren，andscared.Thecancerhadmetastasizedtomylymhnodesandthestatisticswerenotgreatforlong-termsurvival.Aftersurgery，Ivisitedwithfriendsandlovedoneswhotriedtofindtherightwordstosay.Nooneknewwhattosay.Manysaidthewrongthings.Otherswet，andItriedtoencouragetheIclungtohoe.
Thelastdayofmyhositalstay，thedoordarkenedandJackstoodawkwardlyonthethreshold.Iwavedhiminwithasmileandhewalkedovertomybedand，withoutaword，lacedabundlebesideme.Insidelayseveralbulbs.
“Tulis，”
hesaid.
Ismiled，notunderstanding.
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