“Shit! He’ll be going out of his mind,” Neil said as he reviewed his emails. It was just after four on Friday afternoon.
Oliver glanced over to where Neil had set up his laptop on the kitchen table. “Who’s going crazy?”
“Alf,” Neil said, his concentration on the screen in front of him. “I was supposed to chat with him last night, but I wasn’t around. He sent me a few emails, trying to get hold of me. I need to let him know I’m okay.”
Oliver grinned as he continued unloading the dishwasher. “S