Chapter 6

The phone voice screamed, “You’re fired, you micro-pricked, primitive little Neanderthal…”

He turned his phone off and looked around to see if he could throw it out the window. Instead, he tucked it back in his pocket.

“Put in on vibrate, get some fun out of it!” I blurted. He stared at me, then broke up, and we almost crashed from laughing so hard.

Long story short, I got him to his job, talked to the people I knew, explained a bit, and, yes, they were glad to have him because like anywhere else, some of those who could not get the day off had called in sick. I left him and went to my own office, telling him I’d pick him up around four.

I was whistling happily as I went into my office. The phone was ringing, and I grabbed it up and said, “Yo!”

It was my realtor. “What is this, some kind of joke?”

I’d handed him the papers about an hour before, and the house had been in order.

“I don’t understand. What’s wrong?”