“Don’t even try to cajole an apology out of me, Edward. I was sucking up
the cool grass with my toes underneath the most magnificent oak tree.”
[Edward’s frozen smirk]
“Marty’s in town.” Doug figured it was best to just blurt it.
“Omigod! [world record for fastest jaw to drop from a smirk to all the way
down on the floor] Did he . . . ?” [his head shaking as his jaw brushes the
carpet between his … what a lovely pair of shoes!]
“Marty’s in town.”
“I gathered that. And I’m sorry. Did he bring his Swedish friend or is he
flying solo?”
“It’s just Marty.”
“Doug, I just can’t deal with this . . .”
Fine, I’ll shut up for a minute and let him think I’m trying to absorb
his pain.
