Jay just wants her out of their hair for as long as he can. Can’t blame him.
Used book store we used to go to had no space for chairs. We stood and read, enough to know we wanted the particular book or not.
At my age, 87, please don’t remind me.
Was working in one of the newer buildings South of Market near the bay in San Francisco. Was watching the Blue Angels practicing when one flew right past the window on the 13 floor. (That building actually has a 13th floor.)
Knew someone, who as a kid, did exactly what Michael threatens to do.
You could be right. Hers?
Oh? Where?
Did he ever tell her what kind of work he did?
She did say “as a child.”
Fir real?
Jay just wants her out of their hair for as long as he can. Can’t blame him.