Cathy came through the front door.

     Someone else came in with her.​ 

     "Skip!" Abby yelped. "I've been calling you all morning!

Why haven't you been answering your phone?"

     Skip looked sheepish. "I was only a couple of blocks away, and I knew I was going to be stopping by anyway, so..."

     He also looked hungover, in his mid-thirties, and disorganized to the point of being slovenly.

     "My dream had me going all morning," he said, "but I didn't know that's what you were calling me about. Cathy told me just now coming up the stairs."

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