I was getting ready to take an overdue rent check down to the building office when my phone rang. That hasn’t happened much in the last few months. I figured it was either some clown from India telling me that my computer was infected or Ginger calling from her limo to demand an apology. Either way I was in no mood.
“Hello. This call may be monitored by a trained monkey for – “
“Save it, Hon. I’ve got something to share with you that, I hope, is going to have us packing for our cruise.”