The undertaker called just before lunch.

“Is Loverboy there?”

“I thought he said he was working at the funeral home today.”

“Nope, not here. Where else could he be?”

“Dunno. Must be out chasing his other girlfriends around.”

“I’m sure that’s it! Well, are you getting any work done?”

“Naturally,” I replied. “Don’t you know he leaves me a long list every morning? I’m kept pretty busy.”

He laughed. “Well, I wouldn’t do any of it if I were you.
By the way, I’m just pulling your leg,” he went on. “He’s right here. See you!”

“Bye!”

Wonder what the purpose of that call was. Coming when it did, I thought maybe L was going to ask if I happened to be making dinner today. But I never did get to talk to him, and he didn’t show up for a meal.