“Mitchy? Oh, good. You haven’t left yet.”
“Just about to. Need me to pick up something?”
Carol laughed, but it didn’t sound amused. “Yeah. Abby.”
“Abby? As in Dr. Rosen?”
“Yeah. I’m an i***t. I just … my calendar … I’m an idiot.”
“You’re not an idiot.” Mitch stood, wedged the phone between ear and shoulder, and got her jacket on.
“I forgot we made plans on New Year’s for her to come for dinner tonight, and to make things worse, the woman decided to walk over here. With all this snow! What was she thinking?”
Mitch sat back down. “Do you want me to come another night?”
“No no no. No. I mean, no. But can you pick her up? She said she’s somewhere near Grove and Chestnut, and I swear she’s asking to be killed.” Carol sighed. “I’ll have to share you.”
“Somewhere near Grove and Chestnut?
