George in Cat
Jones Tower, 5:30 P.M.

Last check in the mirror. I think I got everything right. I—

No. I need to stop fretting. The evening will be fine. That’s it. That’s all there’s to it. So I should go downstairs—

Wait. Kate called last night saying she’d be half an hour later. All dressed up and nowhere to go for the next 30 minutes, I guess. Am I going to wear out the carpet, or

Might as well grade some of those tests. At least that requires concentration.

Chard's picture
Pffft. Concentration when things are all akimbo? George will have better luck sitting in front of an idiot box.