It is college weekend so Noelle's friends are out of town... visiting colleges I guess. Her sisters are off at their own schools. Leaving just me, Noelle, and Nala of course.
We go to the movies, out to eat, to paint-the-pottery-shop. Watch Beyonce live. Try to dance like her (which is impossible). Start a home improvement project. And basically hang out.
As I kiss Noelle good night on Sunday, she says: How come you aren't working. She doesn't wait for an answer. Is there something you aren't telling me. Don't you have enough cases to work on. Did you lose your job. What's wrong with you.
Oh. I get it. She's teasing me. Kind of.