“Oh John!” she squealed. “I can’t hug you – I’ll cover you in dust.”
“Air kiss!” I laughed. We mimicked the typical celebrity kiss.
“I’m so sorry that I forgot to ask how your exam went,” Amy said, with an apologetic look.
“Oh, it was really good actually,” I said, “I think I did well.”
“That’s great!” she responded. “When are your next papers?”
“Not for a month, thank goodness.”
I knew she was bursting to get the call over with. We found a clean part of the workshop – over in a corner in case somebody else did come in. I set up my laptop again to record the call, and this time I mentioned that Amy should put it on speakerphone. Sutton answered on the second ring.
“Amy, oh thank God you returned my call! I’ve been frantic!” he said.
He sounded like an arrogant, smarmy t**t. I wish
