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November 20th, 2006
Chandler sighed looking at the calendar date. It had been a week now, and he still hadn’t been able to read even one of the books he was supposed to be producing a new campaign for. Of course, they were his mother’s books, and they were erotica, and he knew that it wasn’t all from her imagination.
“So, do you have any Thanksgiving plans?” Don Draper asked.
Chandler had been staring at the same page of Euphoria Unbound for the last twenty minutes.
“Just the usual,” Chandler replied. “I suppose we should be wrapping up tomorrow? Or do you plan to work Wednesday?”
“This project doesn’t have a hard deadline, you know,” Don reminded him. “I’m enjoying a bit of nostalgia here, but I think you need to distract yourself with something else.”
“Like what?” Chandler asked.
“Well, maybe distraction isn’t the right thing here. I guess you’ll be seeing your mother over the holiday weekend?”
Chandler laughed. “No, thank goodness.”
“I’d bring up Freud, but I think that’s especially bad in this situation,” Don chuckled.
“Anything but that.”
“Maybe a walk in Central Park?” Don suggested. “Join in one of those yoga or tai chi classes, even.”
“Do I look like the kind of person who does tai chi in the park?” Chandler asked.
“No, but maybe you just need to clear your head.”
Chandler set down the book. “I’ll think about it.”
Don got up. “I’ll be back in an hour.”