My dog ate your phone number. Well, I know it's one of the oldest excuses in the book, but in this case it's true. Well, then that's why I'm here. He sniffed the wet air, reminding her more of a hound than a cat now. I remember that too.
Today is a bad time.
For some reason, his off-hand dismissal irritated her. I was thinking maybe you'd like to have dinner on Tuesday. Wouldn't want you to feel like I'm rushing you into anything. If you can't find a sitter, I'm sure my sister Angie would be glad to help out. He raised a hand as if swearing on a bible.