Maggie: Fingers crossed for you.
Dermot: You’re doing God’s work.
Tuesday,12:13 p.m.
Dermot: What are you eating for lunch?
Maggie: Ham and cheese my mommy made me.
Dermot: Spoiled. I’m eating a protein bar because Tenille is working me like a dog.
Maggie: She’s a tough cookie. Want me to bring you a sandwich?
Dermot: It’s okay. I have an appointment in ten.
Maggie: Fine, but question. How many books do you have on your TBR? I had a girl just come in with 600. Like, is she even reading?
Dermot: LOL. Right. I have about sixty, but I make a list at the beginning of the year and force myself to read them all before I am able to read anything new I see.
Maggie: That is a solid way of doing it. I don’t have a TBR.
Dermot: No way.
Maggie: Truly. I just read what I see. Total mood reader here.
Dermot: I couldn’t imagine. I need a plan.
Maggie: You? Need a plan? I don’t believe you.
Dermot: Har-har-har.
Tuesday,12:47 p.m.
Dermot: Hey, Maggie.
Maggie: Yes, Dermot?
Dermot: Thank you for the ham and cheese.
Maggie: You’re welcome. I made it myself.
Dermot: No wonder it tastes so good.
Tuesday,4:00 p.m.
Dermot: No buttholes today!
Maggie: Oh, thank God!
Maggie: What does your night hold?
Dermot: Reading, and hopefully texting you.
Maggie: You could call.
Dermot: Now?
Maggie: Now.
