TODD HOVERED OVER ME at the lunch table. I stared at the screen on my phone, willing something, anything to pop up on the screen.
“What’s hanging?” Todd slid onto the bench next to me when I didn’t acknowledge him.
“Hanging? What are you? A high schooler?”
“No, my sister’s kid said it the other day and I thought it was cool.” He dipped his spoon into his applesauce cup.
“Sure, real cool.” I turned back to my phone.
“What are you doing tonight?” He slurped the rest of his applesauce.
“Not much, why?” I narrowed my eyes at him.
“We’re going to fix our cattle handling facilities tonight, and I could use some muscle, particularly your muscle.” He squeezed my bicep and sauntered away. “Cheerio!”
“See you tonight. I guess.” It was hard to say no to Todd.
The minute the hand on my office
