So last Saturday, LoJo and I arranged to dine together. This was confirmed by email the following day. By Monday, because the heights of both of our popularities, we had arranged so that both of us would have friends joining our dinner. Lovely. Then came the day of the dinner itself. Tuesday. A couple of calls to remind each other and finalize the details of our dinner.
Six O'clock Thorne?
I had said five thirty, at Moulton.
But I told them six at Thorne.
But my emails and phone calls all said five thirty, Moulton, and you agreed. Plus I'm meeting my friend at Moulton at five thirty.
Oh.
Oh.
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