““me in my office the first morning I met her didn’t include any of this. Especially, it didn’t include the manure pile.” “What? A manure pile? You’re kidding.” “Nope. A story about a manure pile and some horse stables. At first I thought it was... uh... horseshit.” “The story,” Hank said, “not the manure. Got it.” “Right,” I told him. “So there was this bit of concrete poking up at the edge of the manure pile. It had a rusted out lid on it and an old””
