That’s what this is all about?”“Not all about. It’s not that simple.” He stood and strode across the room and into the hallway. He looked down it first one way and then the next, gesturing with both hands as he said, “Cost of paper is up. Cost of production. Electricity. Water. Gas for delivery.”“All things the Sun Times newspaper staff would totally understand.” She pushed up off the desk and followed him as far as the doorway. There she stopped, folded her arms and cocked her head and challenged him. “I can’t believe they’d walk out over hearing a few cold, hard facts.”He scrunched up his face like a kid caught trying to get away with not having told the whole story. “Yeah, well, maybe it wasn’t just the facts that were cold and hard.”“You have my attention.”“I just…I didn’t intend to say it. Not the way it came out.” He pretended to pick at something on the paneled hallway wall, then leaned against it, his arm straight and his palm flat. “But the longer we sat in the staff meeting troubleshooting—”“Troubleshooting?”
