Suddenly I become aware that there's someone on the other side of the door.
“Hello?” I say.
“Who is that?” the person responds, making an effort to sound like he's in a movie or something.
“Jonathan. I think we may have met,” I add sarcastically.
“Jonathan Alder. Your friendly neighborhood -”
“If you're Jonathan, then what's the secret password?”
I rub my face, and wish I'd gotten more sleep last night. “If I shout it through the door it's not going to be secret anymore, is it?”
Brief pause. “Good point.” The door opens. “Come on in.”
I do, and Eric closes the door against the cold.
“I suppose you're wondering why I called this meeting,” he says.
“Okay. Follow me, then. Serious discussion about to commence. By the way, do you want cheese on your nachos?”
I dunno if I've mentioned that Eric is a little strange. But he sure asks dumb questions sometimes.
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