She Wanted Me Home
I called my wife a couple of minutes ago to let her know that I was not going to be home in time for dinner. She asked me why, and I told her that I was going to be in the city for a few hours longer than I had expected. A friend and I were walking down the street, and we ran into a few people that we recognized. One of them was Mr. Fuad El-Hibri. We asked him if he would like to come and eat with us, and he agreed. She told me that she wanted me to be home before midnight.
