by Kit Ehrman
Chapter 13
More than one of the crew had overheard Whitcombe blaming me for what happened, so as soon as I was certain I'd catch Marty at home, I closed the door between the lounge and office and used the phone.
"Shit, Steve. I have a date."
"Come on, Marty." I swiveled around in the chair until my back was to the door and rested my chin on my hand. "Bring her along. You can hang out in the lounge."
"Not for what I got planned. Not unless you wanna watch."
I groaned.
"Man, I can't stand it when you whine. . . . Oh, all right, but I won't be over until ten, maybe eleven."
I didn't say anything.
He sighed. "Okay. Ten o'clock and not a minute before, and you owe me."
"Thanks."
"Sissy," he said, and I could hear a smile in his voice.
"Got that right. Whitcombe's PO'ed, and I'm not on his top ten list."
"Depends what list you're talkin' about."