13Eph and I met for coffee at Starbuck's. He sipped a decaf latté while I had the regular tea with lemon. He wanted me to help him buy a computer. He'd never needed one before but he wanted one for the baby. I told him it was a bit premature. Why not wait until, the kid is able to read at least? Then buy the computer but he said he could use it for his own work too. And so could Catherine. Work? They were both retired, for god's sake.
“How's your work coming?” he asked me.
“What work?” I wasn't sure if he meant the work I did on the magazine or my own writing or the work it took to keep things going at home.
“The only work. Your writing, of course.”
“Oh that. Okay, I guess. I get an hour or so in most mornings.”
“You don't sound very sure.”
“No, not really.”
“What does de Groot say?
