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my back. After I'd finished my sorry tale Arnie took the olive out of his martini glass, popped it in his mouth and chewed it as he chewed over my story. Finally he spoke.

"I don't see why you should fume over it," he said. "Why don't you get together with Greg and do something about it?"

"There's nothing that can be done. The political make-up of an organization like the one I work for is less stable than that of your average South American banana republic. I have no real internal recourse. And anyway, how could I help Greg?" I returned.

"You know, that's your problem right there," he said. "You separate too much."

"I what?"

"You separate too much. You treat Greg and Bobbie as if they were two separate people."

"Well, they are."

"Of course they are, but not exclusively. They are two different people, but they are also parts of the same person and in your case the whole is greater than the sum of the parts. Q.E.D. Get it?”

I shook my head and said, "Nope."

"All I'm trying to say is that you have the combined capabilities of two people in you because you've realized your full personality. You've got something over those who can't express their whole self. Greg and Bobbie should get together and apply their combined talents to getting even with Betty and the Creep. In other words, two heads are better than one."

Slowly, the logic of Arnie's observations seeped through. I had been wronged and it was perfectly normal for me to seek some form of retribution. There's nothing wrong with revenge. Without it where would Shakespeare have been?

"You require payment in kind," Arnie elaborated. "You were hurt by the greed and selfishness of Betty and the Creep. It's up to Bobbie

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