Which freaked out Millhouse, of course.
They called back later, and we had a good, long chat, during which we found each other on Facebook, and I pulled out my photo album, and we re-lived a whole lot of memories.
And I smiled all night long, every time I woke up.
Which was often, because Millhouse kept coming in and out.
And then he threw up.
But still ... I managed to keep smiling.
Their phone call sparked a whole new set of stories that I MUST tell you, in the days to come!
(after the move, OK?)
