Early in the morning, I felt like I had been run over for a long time. At breakfast, Cheney said, "You don't have to go to the company today, take a few days off and take good care of yourself."

I gave him a white look. "I wasn't going to go either. I have something to do."

He raised his eyebrows. "What is it?"

"Private." I dropped my eyes and began to eat.

He is unhappy, "Why can't I know your private affairs? I am your man."

I looked up at him. "It is too personal."

He didn't say anything. After dinner, Cheney went to the company. I went downstairs...