"You're actually ready to go," said Don when I opened my door to him.
I stepped aside so he could enter. "Hello to you too."
Don wore the only nice clothes he owns: close-fitted black jacket and slacks, with a black button-down shirt, narrow white tie, and dress shoes. He looks a bit like a mafia hitman in it, but it suits him. He'd even shaved and had a haircut.
"You look pretty good," I said.
Don acknowledged the compliment with a grunt.
Emmett jumped frantically to attract his attention and Don reached down to pick him up and rubbed behind the dog's ears. He looked tired and was too preoccupied to make his customary observations about my lax housekeeping.
He cast a weary look my way. "It's been a long day."
Dropping Emmett onto the sofa, he exited the haze long enough to give me
