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“You should look into online consulting or something.” Bryan’s suggestion intrigued me.
“What do you mean exactly?”
He shrugged. “A lot of professionals are doing freelance work through the internet these days. A couple guys from my firm do consulting work. People send them plans or ideas and they give feedback. They don’t take on the full job, but they give their professional opinions and get paid for it. My guess is there’s a market for legal consulting...particularly on the internet since that way you can widen your audience beyond just Oak River.”
“That’s actually a brilliant idea,” I said.
“Well, thanks. I do have them occasionally.”
“Uh-huh.” Karla mumbled.
“Babe,” Bryan said, looking at his wife with his hand held dramatically over his chest. “You wound me.”
“You’ll be just fine,” Karla said, not skipping a beat as she continued to eat her meal.
“Mommy, why did you hurt daddy’s heart?” Luke asked.
Karla rolled her eyes at her husband’s dramatics and leaned over to quietly address her five-year-old son’s question. I had to stifle a laugh when I heard him ask his mother what “dramatic” meant.
