en you called. I was sitting at my computer sending out a Spanish-language flyer for the upcoming parent's association meeting at my daughter's school when my cell phone rang and I smiled. I knew you were calling to schedule a booty call, or maybe even to give me work translating for you at a closing.<br />
We exchange polite greetings and engage in worthless banter for a bit. I ask if you’re over your jetlag since you’d instant messaged me earlier that you’d been in Los Angeles meeting with a client.