Early evening . I'm fresh out of the shower . Rummaging through my drawers .
CHRIS : What are you doing ? (peering over my shoulder)
ME : What does it look like I'm doing ?
CHRIS : I thought we could go to Makro … (hesitantly) Maybe go out for some dinner later … (hopeful)
ME : Where's Joey ?
CHRIS : Joey ? (questioningly , looking puzzled)
ME : Yes , you know … Joey , your friend … (pause) J.T. ?
CHRIS : He's with his missus , Verones … not worried about me now … (air of resignation)
ME : Oh , I see (hiding my amusement)
That put an end to any hopes I had of completing two or maybe three more scenes of my writing project .