Then I pat Albert on the back. “Just wanted you to know that you can always count on us.” “Well, that would make you either a set of fingers or an abacus.” “Uh, Albert. Seriously?” Keisha shakes her head and then leans forward. “It means we think you’re a cool dude.” “We’re allies.” I smile. He goes back to arranging his papers. “Yes, I know,” he says softly. “I am most grateful.”
