"Hi, Francesca."
"Oliver?"
"Yup, how're you doing?"
"Oliver! What a surprise! I'm fine."
"I'm in Seattle."
"No!"
"Yeah. I wondered if you wanted to have coffee or something. I don't want to be in the way or anything, but I'd love to see you. Lots to tell you."
"Oliver, of course. How could you possibly be in the way?"
"I have a confession. Actually, I came to see you a couple of days ago. It was late in the afternoon. You were standing outside your house, with your guy, and I turned around and left. I'm O.K. about it now."
"Oliver, that was my brother!"