No lie. We speak at least once a week and yet. I still have no kitchen shelves. We’re practically best friends now that I’ve finally figured out what time of day is best to call if I want to get past his dad and actually speak to him.
A few weeks ago he mentioned he’d seen me out running.
Last week, when he called to say he wouldn’t be installing the shelves the next day and explained it was because he’d just been commissioned a rush job for a prestigious art exhibition being organized at the last minute in our town, I almost congratulated him.
Maybe Saturday. Maybe.