“Wait. Wait. Mackensie? The redhead you had a crush on in high school?”
Defeated, Carter rubbed the spot between his eyebrows again. “I should never have told you about that. This is why I rarely drink.”
“But, Cart, this is like kismet.” Excitement rushed through the words. “It’s like return of the nerd. It’s the big chance to follow up on a lost opportunity.”
“It’s coffee,” Carter muttered.
Flushed with enthusiasm, Bob jumped up, grabbed a piece of chalk. On the board he drew a circle. “Obvious, the circle. You’re completing one, and completing it just means taking point A and point B—” Within the circle he made two dots, connected them horizontally. “Up to point C.” He drew another dot at the apex, then joined it with the other points with two diagonal lines. “See?”
“Yes, I see a triangle inside a circle. I’ve got to go.”
“It’s the triangle of fate inside the circle of life!”
Carter hefted his briefcase. “Go home, Bob.”
“You can’t argue with math, Carter. You’ll always lose.”
Vision in White
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