She slid into the booth across from Matt. “I’m late.”
“What are talking about, Marcia?” He looked at his watch. “We’re both early.”
“No, I mean late, late.”
Matt squinched up his face. It was beginning to dawn on him. “Oh, shit. You mean late?"
“Yeah, you wing nut.”
“How do you know?”
Marcia sighed. A look of disgust descended over her face. She wondered how he could be so clueless.
“How late are you?”
“A week.”
“Are you usually on time?”
“Like clockwork.”
“So. . .what now?”
“So, what’re you going to do?”
“Is it mine?”
Marcia started crying.
“What are talking about, Marcia?” He looked at his watch. “We’re both early.”
“No, I mean late, late.”
Matt squinched up his face. It was beginning to dawn on him. “Oh, shit. You mean late?"
“Yeah, you wing nut.”
“How do you know?”
Marcia sighed. A look of disgust descended over her face. She wondered how he could be so clueless.
“How late are you?”
“A week.”
“Are you usually on time?”
“Like clockwork.”
“So. . .what now?”
“So, what’re you going to do?”
“Is it mine?”
Marcia started crying.
