“The entire week after we got back. Heh… we basically spoke in song lyrics and titles.” Pam smiles. “Drove Dwight crazy.”

“Yeah. He never got it. Did you listen to that mixed tape from the teapot?”

“I had to buy a tape player because I didn’t have one.”

“No boombox?”

She laughs. “Who the hell calls it a ‘boombox ‘ these days, Jim?”

He stares up at the ceiling. “Yeah. No one does.”

“I listened to it, though. That was an awesome weekend.”

“Yes, it was.” He grins widely. “However, wait until this one.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’ll see, Beesly.”