Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 78466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
I did know that. “We followed you to the cigar lounge.”
“Did you?”
I nodded.
“Should’ve just called my name.”
“I didn’t want to ruin your fun.”
“Wouldn’t have ruined anything,” he insisted. “I would have rather eaten with you guys.”
“We had tapas.”
Instant squint of confusion. “Kola just ate tapas?”
“No. He had a piece of lasagna too.”
His grin fired those glorious eyes of his. “Man, I remember when I had that metabolism.”
As though there was an ounce of fat on Sam Kage.
“When there was no working out, just eating.”
“Speaking of,” Kola chimed in from the doorway. “Who’s hungry?”
“I could go for a shake or something,” Hannah called from the other room.
“There’s a place called Junior’s across the street,” Sam informed his son. “You could get a sandwich, and your sister could have her shake.”
“Please and thank you,” Kola said, smiling before he left us to put his sneakers back on.
“Are you hungry?” I asked him.
“No, but I want to eat with you guys, and I love it when people see me with my family.”
I nodded. “Okay.”
“Okay you’ll take me at my word?”
“Yes, Sam.”
“And you’ll believe me when I say want you with me?”
“I always believe you.”
“Well, then clearly it’s a hearing problem, so try and do that from now on.”
“Yes, dear,” I said with a sigh. “I love you.”
“Yes, I know. I’ll take another kiss.”
And I listened and gave him one.
SEPEMBER 2019
Hello, all, welcome to September’s installment of He Said, he said. I’m Jory Harcourt, and this month I had lots of different questions, so without further ado, here we go!
DEAR JORY:
Do you and your husband have a separation of chores in the house, or does everyone just do whatever? I am currently putting up a chore chart in my home, because apparently everyone thinks I’m the maid.
Jory: I applaud your choice of the chore chart. I think that needs to go up right away. I too am apparently the maid, even though I have no contract and don’t have a uniform. But I truly have no idea why, after people have cereal in the morning, they cannot manage to rinse the bowl and put it in the dishwasher. It takes another 8 seconds to accomplish this staggering feat.
Sam: Sarcasm is not helpful.
Jory: I can see if you’re running late and the dishwasher is clean and you think, crap, I’ll just rinse it out and leave it and whoever empties the dishwasher will do it but—
Sam: This is a lot of really boring commentary on dishes. Do you maybe want to move on?
Jory: I hate dishes in the sink.
Sam: I’m getting that.
Jory: It’s important for people to follow thru.
Sam: So, if humanly possible, within the time frame of work, everyone should put their bowl in the dishwasher.
Jory: This is what I’m saying.
Sam: But time is relative. For me, running late could mean that I’ll miss a briefing with the mayor. For your daughter, it could mean the difference between riding to school with you or going with Mindy—
Jory: Cindy.
Sam: Cindy, in her new candy-red VW bug.
Jory: …
Sam: Don’t huff.
Jory: …
Sam: Or roll your eyes.
Jory: Go on with your explanation.
Sam: I was just saying that for Kola, running late could mean that he doesn’t get to ride shotgun, which puts him in the back seat with Harper’s hockey duffle, which is apparently a fate worse than death.
Jory: So he says.
Sam: There are mitigating factors.
Jory: I refuse to be the only person rinsing dishes and putting them in the dishwasher just because I normally have the most flexible schedule.
Sam: Agreed. We can find out who left something in there and beat them accordingly.
Jory: That’s not funny.
Sam: I can turn off their Wi-Fi.
Jory: That’s fair, and that leads me to my next question.
Sam: Imagine that.
Jory: Now look who’s being sarcastic.
Sam: …
Jory: And huffing.
Sam: I don’t huff.
DEAR JORY:
Do you think there is value in having two Wi-Fi passwords in the same household? My husband thinks it’s a waste of time, but I think it can be valuable.
Jory: One of the best things my husband and I ever did was to have a separate Wi-Fi for our kids that we can turn off and on. They have chores to do before they can log on, and also, when things don’t go their way, it can be turned off. Certain people who shall go nameless…
Sam: Dane.
Jory: Sam!
Sam: It’s Dane. Everybody knows it.
Jory: My brother believes that each kid should have their own line so one kid can be offline while the other is online, but I think that’s pushing it. Besides, there’s no way one kid won’t tell the other one the password.
Sam: Your brother thinks his kids don’t do that.
Jory: My brother is deluded.
Sam: I dare you to say that to his face.
Jory: …
Sam: Yeah, I thought so.
Jory: The fact of the matter is that we have separate Wi-Fi passwords, and even another, rotating one for guests—because your cute children WILL, in fact, hit up unsuspecting out-of-town family members and old friends who visit, for said password.