That is all she is prepared to do, and it s more than she really wants to do. One day I was over at Jen s place and as we sat drinking coffee in her living room the doorbell rang. Jen became immediately nervous, but didn t make a move to answer the door. I asked her if she wanted me to get it, but she sighed No , and moved towards the corner of her living room window where she tried desperately to peer through the sheers, and around a corner to see who was at the door. I DON T want to talk to her.
Lets go hide in the bedroom and finish our coffee.
So, like a couple of sneaky teenagers we tiptoed down the hall, crept up the stairs, and disappeared into the bedroom to finish our coffee. We sat chatting and sipping our java when the phone rang. Jen held her breath and peeked over at the call display screen on her phone. The phone continued to ring, but Jen didn t answer it. She is driving me nuts.