I am awakened by the phone. It is Molly. She wants to thank me for the afternoon walk. As I am about to hang up, there’s a knock on my door. ‘Wait one second,’ I say. Throw the phone on the bed, trip over some socks, open the door. It’s Maggie. It’s Maggie!? ‘Wait one second,’ I say again, close the door, try to clean up the mess, run back to the phone. ‘I have to get that.’ Molly wants to know who’s at the door. ‘The janitor,’ I say. ‘One second,’ I scream to Maggie. ‘Thanks for the call. See you tomorrow.’ Hang up. Oh my God, now what do I do? Don’t leave her standing in the hall. Look around room. ‘Oh shit.’ Beyond sprucing up. I open the door. Maggie is carrying a cardboard box. She enters the minefield, sits down on the sofa, opens the box, places a series of reception cards on the table. ‘What do you think,’ she asks. ‘About what?’ I say. ‘Reception cards for the opening-night party of O Pioneers,’ she says.
