He's A Funny Guy
Writer Lady looks in the hallway. “Oh.” After a moment of silence she turns back to her white board. “I need more space for Faerie.” Erasing the remaining area allotted for the Nana problem, she delegates a tiny corner of the area for Nana and returns to her brainstorming. “This needs color coding.” Nana Dupree looks at the man standing in front of her. Tall and on the muscular side, the man from the Bible study fiasco has returned to the scene of the crime. His dark blue jeans and freshly laundered button shirt having been replaced with a khaki t shirt and an odd mix of cammos. It reminds her of an overzealous toddler who decides he wants to be in every branch of the military at the same time for career day at preschool. She supposes it could be worse at least his boots were matching. “May I help you?” she asks. “I kinda wanted to have a word with ya and the kid at the front desk said I could find you in here. I was here you know...earlier.” “I may be g