Sitting on the porch, aptly dubbed ‘Porch-ugal’ (thanks, Maliga), Andrew removes my flip flop and puts it up to his ear.
“I’m not going to answer your shoe call.”
“Uh, hey Aerin, you’re screening my calls again. I just wanted to let you know, I have your shoe. So, call me back. The number is… your shoe.”
I laugh. Andrew stares at me.
“You didn’t call me back.”