I really shouldn't be grinning this much, but I can't help it. My dinner with Joanne is scheduled for tomorrow at an Italian place I think we'll both like. It's private, but the atmosphere is really pleasant.

Again, I wander into this weird little place. But I'm in too good a mood to be bothered.

Second time in two weeks that my apartment has changed into...this place.

Oh well. A beer wouldn't go amiss, especially considering the crap Adam's wanting me to wade through.

The first page is botched legalese and makes me wish Joanne was here. To help me, of course. Nothing more than that.

Open the apartment door, step in, drop keys on the coffee table.

At least, that's what I'd planned.

I wasn't anywhere I wanted to be.

"Adam, I swear, if this is one of your jokes...."