An impossible feat. Not to mention, he dropped a piece of buttered toast on the white material, which left a faint stain even though he cleaned it right away. He could imagine what the sofa would look like a month after Noah came to stay. He dialed Jessica’s number. “’Lo.” “I woke you up, didn’t I? I’m sorry.” “What time is it?” Sleepiness slurred her words. “Eight-thirty. I wanted to ask if you’d have lunch with me and help me pick out a new sofa, one that’s not white.” “What? There’s nothing wrong with the sofa you have.” That had woken her. “Not for me and you, but it’s not going to wear well with Noah here. I thought I’d get something a little easier to keep clean. Then after he goes back to his mother, we can bring the damask sofa out again.” “You may have a point. Noonish?
