“Don’t go,” He called after me. I had by now grabbed my briefcase and was heading to the door. “Can’t you see it’s raining?”
“I wish I could stay, Jack, but I have to go to work.” I smiled apologetically.
“I’ll make you banana pancakes…it’ll be like the weekend.” His face was imploring.
“No.”
“Just forget about work for a minute and think about what we said when we moved out here. Remember? Work to live, not live to work.” Jack pushed closed the door.
“And right now, that means making banana pancakes and pretending like it’s the weekend.”
“It’s the weekend, now.” He said as he hooked his arm in mine.