Helping World’s Worst Sales Rep –DeWese

I panicked and began clicking the phone receiver: "Marvelle, are you there? You're breaking up. Hello. Hello!"

Finally, I just hung up. I needed time to think. I remembered the tears sliding down Eunice Mae's cheek. I remembered her squeezing my hand when she asked for the promise.

Then, I envisioned Marvelle on his Harley with a pack of his buddies roaring down the Interstate. I thought about the state troopers patrolling the highway. The combination of state troopers and the Mississippi Mud Cats Motorcycle Club was stitches, broken bones and lengthy jail terms.