On Tuesday, Marie’s house phone rang just as she walked in the door from work. “I hope that’s the opera company.”
She worked for a travel agency, whose slogan was “Please Go Away.” She was getting tired of booking people into vacations she’d never get to go on.”
She got the phone before the fourth ring, but it wasn’t the opera company
“Where the hell have you been?” she growled at Chris. “You walk in here after being away for four months, and you rush right back out again. And you left this place a mess! Your clothes and your suitcases were all over the place.”
Chris chuckled. “I’m sorry, hon. I was in a rush to get here.”
“When you didn’t call for two days, I thought you had a real fight and killed each other.”
Chris laughed loudly.
“So?” Marie asked.
“Well, we sort of…uh…well…”
