At the office, there was another note from his secretary: Mr. Burke wants to see you. At your convenience.
At your convenience? Was Burke going soft? Joe went right in.
Burke was smiling, a miracle in itself. Burke's voice was jovial. "The Chief's been telling me about the new wife, Joe. I guess I owe you an apology."
"Not at all," Joe said. "I had no right to be rude. I was a little overworked—at home. I wasn't myself."
Burke nodded smugly, soaking it up. "Beautiful, the Chief tells me. Am I going to meet her, Joe?"
"If you want. How about tonight, for dinner? I've got something new planned. I'm giving her volition. Maybe you'll want to watch."
"Volition?"
Joe went on to explain about volition, making it as simple as he could, to match Burke's mind.
"That," Burke said when he'd finished, "I want to see."