talking to my uncle
Uncle Frank called and asked about the divorce. ‘I’m doing fine,’ I said, keeping it simple. ‘Heck of a situation, though,’ he remarked.
‘Yeah, but the island? It’s going to be a good story,’ I chuckled. Uncle Frank laughed along, he knew how I spun things in my favor.
He told me to visit soon, and I promised I would. Things were unfolding just as planned.
