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“I thought maybe you could take her shopping as well. She doesn’t have any maternity clothes, and nothing for the babies.”
“Are you going to give me your credit card? Because in that case, I’ll be more than happy.”
“My credit card, unlimited funds.”
“Whoa, boy, are you going to regret that.”
“She won’t like it, but I thought you might be able to explain what she needs, and convince her that I can afford it.”
“Oh, don’t you worry. We’ll have a great time.”
“I knew you’d be the person to ask.”
“Of course I’m the person to ask. You know you’re my favorite cousin. Don’t tell Kip and Damon.”
“I won’t.” I smile, but I feel a twinge of sorrow deep inside. An unfortunate incident links the two of us together, and although it means we’ll always have a special relationship, it does carry with it a sense of sadness that will never go away.
“How about I come in on Friday and take her out to lunch? Would she like that?”
“Only if it’s somewhere simple. I tried to take her to Frankie’s and she hyperventilated.”
“Oh, shit. Well it is pretty fancy.”
“She likes McDonald’s.”
“Then we’ll go there. They do some cool wraps and stuff.”
“All right. Thanks, Ken. See ya.” I end the call.
Next, I ring the bank and ask them to send me a second credit card. By this point, it’s 9:50 a.m. Needing to get my energy up, I put some music on my phone—The Who’sBaba O’Riley—and I’m just starting to gather what I need for the meeting when there’s a gentle knock at the door.
“Come in.”
It opens, and Catie pokes her head around. “You’re aware you have a ten o’clock?” she asks.
“Yeah, I’m just getting ready now.”
She comes over with a bottle of water, takes off the lid, and passes it to me. Giving her a wry look, I take it from her and have a couple of mouthfuls.
“How are you getting on with the report?” I ask. She’s been transcribing one of my longer recordings with a ton of source code.
“It’s interesting,” she says. “I’m enjoying it.”
That makes me chuckle. “Crazy woman.”
“I like Javascript. I was wondering if I could borrow one of the books I saw on the table in the main room. Something likeWays to Harness the Power of Javascript…”
“We’ve got, like, a hundred copies. Help yourself.”
“Thanks. Hey, I’ve got a joke for you.”
“Go for it.”
“What do you call an alcoholic Doctor Who monster?”
“No idea.”
“A ciderman.”
