Zeke tucked the phone between his ear and shoulder as he surveyed the things he had laid out on his office desk. Picking up one of the items, he placed it in the duffle bag he had sitting on the corner. “How about fifteen? My numbers aren’t matching in my labor category and I’d really like to get it finished before I walk away. It’s like finding a needle in a hay stack, I swear.” Zeke smiled. “Deal.” “And what are we doing down there? I don’t really want to get dirty, even if it is Saturday. And even if you told me to wear not-so-great clothes, I still wore my cute new flip-flops with the elephants on them.” “You and your flip-flops.” “You love them.” He picked up something else and then sat it back down. “How do you figure that?” He listened to her click away on her computer. She never slowed down as she ticked off reasons.
