“Nah. Thanks. I got to be at work early tomorrow.” He doesn’t sound too cheery.
“How’s the job going?”
“O.K., I guess.” We walk along a little ways. “The job’s not bad, but I don’t want to be a florist all my life, and I can’t see this job will train me for anything else.”
That seems pretty true. It must be tough not getting regular holidays off, too. “You have to work all day tomorrow?” I ask.
“I open the store up at seven and start working on orders we’ve already got. I’ll get through around three or four.”
“Hey, you want to come for dinner? We’re not eating till evening.”
Tom grins. “You cooking the dinner? Maybe you better ask your mother.”
“It’ll be all right with Mom. Look, I’ll ask her and come let you know in the store tomorrow, O.K.?”
“Hmm. Well, sure. Thanks. I’ve got a date with Hilda later in the evening, but she’s got to eat with her folks first.”
“O.K. See you tomorrow.”