Where are you?
The text was from a number I didn’t remember. I sent back, Who is this?
It’s me, silly, where are you? You’re late again.
Late for what? Who is this?
I’ve been sitting in Vermeer’s for a half an hour now. Are you coming?
Vermeer’s is where my wife and I used to meet for dinner when we were young. I was always late and she was always so patient.
This isn’t funny. Whoever you are, this isn’t funny.
Well, get here when you can. I’ll order you a rum and coke.
I turned off my phone.
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