The bell rang out its usual announcement as I breezed into the Button Hole. Katie was putting the finishing touches on the repair of that Filter Queen, and Benji was standing by, handing her tools like an operating room assistant and serenading her with what sounded like a song from Chris’s show. Seeing it was me, they set aside the vacuum, and Benji finished his song with a flourish. Katie offered her cheek as usual, as did Benji, who had taken to imitating the salutation, although he playfully tapped his with a finger, indicating where the kiss was to be planted.
Katie appraised my outfit and scrunched her lips side-wise. “Nice shirt. What, were they out of ‘I Love Josh, Not Chris’ T-shirts?” she queried.
“You don’t like it?”
“Well, it smells like you dug it out from under a pile of old laundry, for starters.”
“Really?” I panicked, sniffing a handful of collar. Little bit it did. Okay, maybe apartment only from now on. Maybe I shouldwear it to clean my bathtub.