“You’re an i***t. You know that, right?”
Spencer had been mildly surprised when his doorbell rang in the middle of a Tuesday afternoon, and flabbergasted to behold that it was Ethan of all God’s children who had rung it. He was elated at the sudden and unexpected prospect of a second chance with the beautiful big lug, but if it was only a second chance to be scolded for acting like an asshole, he’d just as soon skip it; he got plenty of that from his dang self every day. But Ethan was very nearly smiling, so Spencer figured he could hear him out. He said simply, “Go on.”
Ethan made to hand him the cashier’s check. “Would you kindly inform Anonyma S. Donor that, while we are grateful for her consideration, the church is unable to accept her donation?”
Spencer laughed without taking it. “
