Mike finally arrived at Catherine's house

About twenty minutes after hanging up I had finally made it through the traffic jam in downtown and worked my way into the suburbs. It was very tempting to hit the accelerator to get to Catherine's house quicker but I didn't want to risk being stopped by a cop.

"Hi, Michael, are you still stuck in traffic?" Catherine asked after calling me.

"Hey, Catherine. I'm just a few minutes from your door," I replied.

"Awesome! The door is unlocked, by the way. See you in a few!"

I barely activated my parking brake and turned off the engine before sprinting out of the car to the front door of Catherine's big, spacious house that dwarfed ours (I assume it was part of her divorce settlement). I flung opened the unlocked door and found myself in the foyer with a folded piece of paper on the floor. I was about the shout to announce my arrival but decided to pick up the note.

"Michael, I'm in the shower. Food is in the kitchen." She signed it with a red lipstick kiss.

I was starving but I also desperately wanted to join her in the shower.