I’m horrible at picking up my phone. So when Gam called a few days ago and I actually answered, she took it as a sign.
“I got you! On the first ring! This must be an omen.”
“An omen? What kind of o–
“Jenny, did you ever meet Eric?”
“Eric is the most lovely man. A maintenance man who works here at Riddle! He is my personal maintenance man. Well not really but I like to think of him that way. I asked if I could be just mine and he said yes.”
“Jenny he is just the nicest man. He came to my apartment today and helped me hang a clock. And then he stayed for an hour and visited with me, and then he asked me, ‘Mrs. Wilson do you like banana bread?’ And I said yes and he said he was going to make a loaf for me and then deliver it on Monday morning!”
“Did you hear that Jenny? He makes banana bread.”
“That’s nice Gam.”
“You like banana bread!”
“Well I guess its meant to be, then.”
“Anyway, I told him that I have four beautiful granddaughters, and that two of them might be coming to visit in May. So I asked him, ‘Could you stay single until May?'”
Apparently Eric said that would not be a problem.
I mentioned it to my mom the next day. (“Oh–Erick. The maintenance man. With the banana bread. I heard.”)
I guess word gets around. I don’t know who’s rolling their eyes more–me or Eric–but I look forward to meeting him in May.
This better be some freaking amazing banana bread.
(Thanks, melikesyou.blogspot.com, for the awesome cartoon.)