I think that was a welcome development for both of us – since we weren’t necessarily on the same wavelength as far as her job prospects went. When I excused myself to retire for the night, I noticed that my cell phone was ringing. I recognized Eliot’s phone number and picked it up immediately. “How are things going?” “They’re fine,” I lied. “Really? Are they really fine or do you just not want to tell me I was right?” Both. “They’re really fine.” “What’s her plan?” Don’t answer that. “She’s going to look for a job at Starbucks Monday.” “Is she qualified to work there?” “She’s worked there before,” I replied. Eliot was quiet for a minute. “Did you lock up your valuables before you went to sleep?” “You need to learn to lay off her,”
