When someone knocked on his door, Rob answered, though he still wore his robe. There stood Dutch Sullivan.
“Come on in, Dutch. I was out playing basketball until they turned the park lights off on us at midnight. Sorry.” He swept a hand across himself to apologize for being found in a robe at 9:30 a.m. on a Saturday.
“No worries,” Dutch said. “I just stopped by to see if I could ask for your help.”
“Sure. Help doing what?”
“You see, that’s the kind of person you are,” Dutch said. “You say ‘sure’ first and then ask what ...