“You’re on my list.” She sipped her margarita.

Jim looked up. “What Phyllis?”

“Nothing……I hear we’re going to the beach.”

“Oh?”

“You going to swim?”

“In May?”

“Maybe in a Speedo?”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

She sipped again. “Karen told me she likes your sleeves rolled up.”

“Okay….” He complied.

That would get her through the day.