Is everyone talking about my omelets?
Before I can respond to this bribery, Alex returns.
“That upstairs bathroom is very nice and not dangerous,” he proclaims. “There is original subway tile and a claw-foot tub. Do not replace those. Did you find the hat I asked about? No, I knowyoudidn’t because I found it in the closet upstairs, so thank you. It will make me very happy, and I’ll return it when I’m done.” He pulls it over his bushy hair before sitting down to finish his breakfast.
Ohmigod, what is happening today?
But there’s no way tonotfind Alex charming. Exhausting but undeniably charming.
“Knock yourself out with the hat.”
“I will finish my omelet now.” The chair squeaks against the floor as he dives back in.
“So, no work upstairs?”
I shake my head.
“I agree.” Paul squints at his notes and is clearly making adjustments. “Prepare for a lot of noise and dust and inconvenience.”
I point at Paul. “Prepare for me to be irritated. But I’m still going to make you an omelet.”
