Ring, ring, ring.
I stopped the car before answering the phone. After all, it’s an offence to phone and drive. I heard the distinctive voice of an old client who immediately launched into his plea, “Terry, I need your help.”
I dwelled momentarily on his request, immediately recalling previous encounters of the terrestrial kind with him. It was a hot Friday morning and I had spent two days drinking with Lewie trying to get him to give up and tell the truth. Hence I was momentarily broke and was looking forward with considerable enthusiasm to something cold, wet and frothy. This phone call was a substantial grounding to Earth and I cautiously replied, “Why?”
He ha-ha’ed and hummed for a moment, the said, “Because I phoned Pace but he is overseas visiting your money.”
How nice of him to remind me of what someone else owes me. I said, “What then?”