“Well, I just wanted to say,” she began, arms crossed over her clipboard, “that I hope you got yours.” I blinked. “What?” “You heard me. You’re glowing. I say, go get it, honey. You tell that man of yours he can stay.” My mouth fell open. “But…” She held up a finger. “If he breaks your heart, he’s evicted. On the spot. I won’t even give him thirty days. I’ll haul his furry little ass out with my own two hands.”
