Chapter 13: Danny
Monica’s accusatory glare when Danny—finally—arrived at work was largely mock. “How was your weekend?” she asked, without waiting for a reply. “Mine was frightful. I waited by the phone for a call that never came. I waited by the door for my prodigal son’s return, but in vain.”
“That does sound frightful,” Danny said. “I, on the other hand, spent a delightful weekend with my boyfriend, who never mentioned his mother even one time.”
“Well, at least you spent the weekend with your boyfriend, and not with some weird girl version of him,” Monica said. “We’re going to call that progress.”
Before Danny could formulate a response, Schwartz hove through the front door. “Where the hell have you been?” he boomed at Danny. Then he looked at Monica and raised a staying hand. “Don
