Laurel
“This is Mr. Ellis’s office?” Kevin exclaims as I carry him to Ellis’s desk chair.
“It is but look, now you’re the boss.”
“He doesn’t have any fun stuff Aunt Relly like Daddy does. No puzzles or games.”
“No because he doesn’t have kids, buddy. You want to draw or play a game while I work?”
“Draw. I can leave him a picture.”
“He’ll love it.”
My phone rings before I can do anything else. “Speak of the shark and he calls.”
“Are you lauding or disparaging my name?” He sounds exhausted.
“Talking to Kevin about your office. He’s here with me. You sound tired Jaws. Go sleep. What time is it there?”
“Ten thirty pm. I am exhausted and I don’t have you to sleep next to. Need to talk to you, shortcake. It’s important. Got time?”
“Lots of it. My boss is out of town so I can goof off
