Taking the job after all

Arron fished out the phone from the bag (he couldn't get used to the idea of having to carry around a bag like this but he could, begrudgingly, see the point for women to do so.) After taking a look at the number, he picked up the call. "Yes?"

"Ms. Andrews?"

He looked at the phone again before taking a deep breath and then finding his voice, responded. "Yes, this is s-she."

"Oh good, I'm glad I caught you. I wanted to let you know that your delivery for the bed you ordered is coming today, I just wanted to confirm whether someone would be home to get it."

He did a silent fist pump and after confirming with the delivery person, turned and walked to his car. The past few nights were killing his back so the fact that he now had a bed, his own bed, coming in was a gift from up on high. A cot was a decent substitute but it didn't mask the fact that his body was going to be able to relax finally!

Arron pulled out of the parking lot and turned down the main road leading from the campus to the highway when his phone rang again. He picked it up. "Hello?"

"Ms. Andrews?"

He had to mentally remind himself that he had to answer to this again, even though he wondered in part whether people would make the connection about Andrews being a married name. There wasn't time, or enough energy, for him to make that correction. "Yes, speaking."