Come on, Gen. You only think there’s a double entendre in there somewhere because the sound of his voice turns you on so much you’re sure there must be something sexual in his words!
Well, that was hard to deny. But, she made a decision to take him at face value and move on. “Well, here’s the thing. I know it seems like the Fall Festival is far off on the distant horizon, but in fact, it’s coming up quickly. And we’re way behind on the planning.”
“Really?” He seemed genuinely puzzled. “It seems like all we ever do is get together for these planning meetings.”
“You’ve inadvertently stumbled onto my next point. Yes, we have plenty of planning meetings. Or, it might be more accurate to call them,” she paused to form exaggeratedly sarcastic air quotes with her fingers, “‘planning’ meetings, because how much freaking planning have we actually done?”
He tilted his head to the side. “Fair point.”
“And anyway, screw planning. We should be well past that and into execution by now, and we’re nowhere near that.”
His lip twitched. “Damn, you’re cute when you’re all business.”
She covered her face in her hands. “You see? Do you see that? That’s exactly what I’m talking about!”
“Sorry.” His voice was chagrined.
“I’m not even blaming you. I’ve been just as guilty of the…I don’t know. ‘Shenanigans,’ for lack of a better term. It’s not about whose fault it is, it’s about how we’re going to fix it.”
He nodded. “I guess it’s time to buckle down.”
Gen had to pause again while images of what that would be a double entendre for, if it was one, floated around in her head and put her in a daze.
She shook her head a little to clear it. “Yeah, I don’t think we’re capable. We’re gonna need to call in reinforcements.”
“What did you have in mind?”
She pulled out a notebook in which she’d written down a list of names. “Time to round up the usual suspects.”