“This is sounding worse and worse, Whitney. Maybe you’d better not say anything more.”
“Stuart, please.” God, I sounded as if I were whining! “Can’t we just get together? I could come over. Or you could come here.”
“Not tonight. I’ve got too much to do.” I knew that. He’d told me how busy he’d be that week. That’s why we hadn’t planned to get together until the weekend. But I sensed that he was using being busy as an excuse not to see me. As if I’d hurt him.
“Well then, how about tomorrow?”
“Look, Whitney, we’d already agreed not to get together until the weekend. I do have lots to do tonight and tomorrow night. We’d planned to see each other on Friday evening, and I suppose we can still do that.”
He supposed. I guess I’d have to live with that. “Okay.”
“But, look we don’t have, uh,
