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Dr. Arnez Willafore has a dog fight on his hands.
Leaned back in a well-worn leather desk chair he wipes
the worst of the blood and fur from between his fin-
gers with a wet napkin. His eyes peer over round-
ed gold-wire reading glasses. Dr. Arnez Willafore sighs.
Dr.Willaforeisamanwhostandsatoddintervalsduring
board meetings. He’s never been particularly fond of social
graces and his declarative laugh and thorough inability to
keepitstifledcombinetocolorthemanassomewhatincisive.
There’s no laughing at this moment.
Privately,Dr.Willaforealsostandsatoddintervals,but
methodically,asthoughliftingtheneedleonsomeinternalre-
cording.Hestandsandturnshisbacktome.Forthefifthtimethat
nightImakenoteofhismicro-houndstoothItaliansuit,thelatest
fromanendlessarrayoffine-tailoredskinsthemancycles.
Unconsciously working the wet nap around his
knuckles, Dr. Willafore gazes from book to well-thumbed
book filed haphazardly alongside awards from civic insti-
tutions and family vacation photos. The key to an unpro-
nounceable Scandinavian city. A bar napkin: “Thanks, Ar-
nie! -Billy Carter.” He sighs again and looks at his hands.
After a close inspection of each hand,
he drops the spent wet nap on the floor.
Dr.Willafore runshishands throughhishair inapro-
tracted, sweeping manner. He inhales deeply before whirl-
ing around and slamming both palms flat on his desktop.
“Somepeople,theyjustgetsohunguponprocess,
process,
process!