“I just got the strangest call,” he said, wonderingly.
“What was it about?” I asked.
“B.L.Z. Bub, president of Electrical Hell, wants to talk to me,” he said.
“I’m not sure you’d want to work at something called Electrical Hell,” I said. “Electrical Heaven – that might be a better fit.”
I had hoped he’d laugh, but I could hear him twisting that lock of hair he always twisted when he was anxious. I waited, my ear itching.
“This might be my last chance,” he finally said. “I’m going to have to talk to him.”
“I love you,” I said quietly.
“What was it about?” I asked.
“B.L.Z. Bub, president of Electrical Hell, wants to talk to me,” he said.
“I’m not sure you’d want to work at something called Electrical Hell,” I said. “Electrical Heaven – that might be a better fit.”
I had hoped he’d laugh, but I could hear him twisting that lock of hair he always twisted when he was anxious. I waited, my ear itching.
“This might be my last chance,” he finally said. “I’m going to have to talk to him.”
“I love you,” I said quietly.
