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“Jane's Kevin.”
We didn't even know Jane had a Kevin.
“You mean you work for her?”
“Yes.”
“And what are you doing here?”
“She said it was okay.”
Michael digested this information.
“Let us in.”
A pale, red-headed waif with a wispy goatee unlocked the door.
Michael introduced himself and, after a couple of awkward moments, spoke again.
“So what exactly are you doing here?”
Kevin tugged nervously at his goatee.
“I didn't have anywhere to stay the past few days, so Jane said I could stay here.”
“I see. And she didn't mention that we were coming in today?”
Kevin looked perplexed.
“Not at
all
,” he said, as if there were degrees of mentioning the imminent arrival of the
owners of the house you're essentially squatting in. “But, man oh man, am I embarrassed,”
he giggled, darting a glance back towards the bedroom. “Caught red-handed watching
The
Dukes of Hazard
.”
Regrettable as his taste in TV may have been, it struck me that this was the least of his
worries at the moment.
“What happened to the place you were staying in before?” Michael asked.
“I kinda got asked to leave,” Kevin replied, blushing demurely.
I digested this less-than-encouraging piece of information.
“Bummer,” I said.
“I know. Another embarrassment.”
“Hmm.”
“So Jane said I could stay here.” He smiled for the first time. “She sure did. Good old
Jane.”
That's not exactly how I would have characterized Jane at that precise moment. In fact
I was mentally reducing her Christmas bonus by fifty percent as he spoke, but I could see
how Kevin might feel a bit beholden to her.
“Speaking of good old Jane,” I said, “I think I'll give her a call.
To her credit, and (yes, I admit) my intense satisfaction, Jane was mortified.
“I thought you weren't coming in till tomorrow!”
“Not unless we're in Tokyo,” I responded glibly.
There was dead silence while she tried, and presumably failed, to process my feeble
attempt at humor. “Where it's already tomorrow,” I added helpfully.
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