But the girl was driving me crazy!’ ‘If you would have kept your number five, you would have been out of there hours ago! Now you’re stuck there...until 7:30!’ I smiled to myself, knowing the little brat was 100% right. ‘Hey, Syd – I know, alright. Listen, I really am sorry, but I WILL get in to see him, I promise. Is your mom…?’ ‘Mom, Aunt Emily is on the phone…for you!’ I couldn’t help but chuckle, and I had to keep from breaking into a full laugh when I heard Sydney’s exasperated sigh. Sam the. "He really wasn't trying to pick me up. Looking back, I have to admit he was really trying to be a gentleman about the whole thing, and he really did need help shopping. His existing wardrobe was straight out of high school, jeans, t-shirts ... I think he had like, one, collared shirt." I'm a low maintenance guy," I protested. It was apparent that Spencer was using the evening to get more details about me, but there wasn't much I could do to stop it that wouldn't make her want to dig harder,. I throw on his old t-shirt, it smells of him; manly and musky. There are holes where it has worn, but I love it. I pad into the kitchen and put the coffee on, he likes his strong and black.As I wait for the drip, drip, drip of the machine, my head begins to race. I feel so full of stories, they leech out of my skin and run onto the page themselves. I pick up the notes from the kitchen table and remind myself where we are, today we will write but not for an hour or so yet.He is still sleeping. "That's settled then."Oh my, what have I got into now? I'll have to try and cancel later.They settled into chatting interrupted by the occasional call.Soon after Gerry's mum and the other ladies returned. Yvonne's Aunt spoke first. "You girls getting on OK?"They both smiled and Yvonne replied, "Yes Aunty, we were just plotting." Well let me say when I heard what Mary had planned for tonight Isuggested that as an alternative that I, and possibly your mother Yvonne,would go to the theatre and you.