“Fonne.”
“Jones.” I kept the surprise from my voice.
The surfboard clock over the Kenmore range said it was just after 10:30 a.m. This sunshiny Monday had started with Button and I taking a leisure walk along Ala Moana Beach Park, a 7:00 a.m. boxing class and a two-mile run directly after. Rey, Linda and I were desk shopping at two (hopefully, we"d finally agree on which ones to purchase) and then heading to the office afterward to stock it with supplies and give it a final once-over. Tomorrow marked the official opening of the agency office, but the excitement I"d felt earlier about tackling a new day had lessened, thanks to apprehension now seeping in.
“What are you up to?”
“Surely you could care less.” I sauntered to the counter to grab a mug of freshly brewed coffee.
“Open your do
