Something didn’t sit right, but she pushed the thought aside. When he returned, spinning tales of salmon and swordfish, he casually asked why she hadn’t packed the pajamas. Carol’s slow smile said everything. “I did,” she replied. “Check your fishing box.” In that instant, the truth surfaced — far more slippery than any fish he claimed to catch.
A week later, at a crowded party, a different sort of trap was being set. A doctor stood near the buffet, just trying to enjoy a drink, when people began circling him like moths to a porch light. “Can you look at this rash?” “Is this mole dangerous?” “My back has been killing me…” By the end of the night, he’d given half the room free medical advice. Exhausted, he turned to a lawyer sipping whiskey nearby. “How do you handle people
