I can handle wheels. I like it when people don’t expect anything from me.
Me:
Perfect. I’ll meet you at the south entrance, then disappear once you’re settled.
Claudia:
You don’t have to disappear.
Me:
I do. But I’ll be close.
Me:
Holiday markets tomorrow. Union Square or Columbus Circle, your call. One ornament each. Claudia chooses. No debate.
Claudia:
Union Square. I like the chaos.
Deacon:
Paul asked if he could come.
Me:
Yes! Absolutely. Early dinner in Little Italy after. Lights, cannoli, home before bedtime. Savannah asleep on your shoulder if we time it right.
Claudia:
You’re not coming again, are you?
Me:
I’ll be there. Just not where you can see me.
Deacon:
That sounds sad.
Me:
It’s strategic.
Which is true,but not in the way I hope they take it.
Me:
I can’t make the Montreal or Detroit game. End-of-year Fairfax Media obligations. I’ll have it covered. You good with Hildy and Priya, neither is on at Pembrooke either night?
Claudia:
Is there anything I can do to help?
Me:
I will reach out if I can think of anything. I promise. See you both at the park!
