My cell buzzed in the pocket of my track pants. Three times in a row, so I told my client, Elizabeth, “Do you mind if I check my phone?” And she shook her head as well as she could with a barbell on her shoulders.
It was Jesse: Hey, are you available?
I just dropped of O at MA’s, and she seems to be in a pretty bad place.
I’d stay myself, but the daycare charges a fortune if I don’t pick up D by 6:30.