“No, this is my first time...,” I stammered. “I mean it’s my first time listening to them. Wait, it’s not that I listen to them, or to anyone, for that matter,” I said. “We’re just on the beach and they have the windows open.”
“Oh, I understand,” Olivia said. “So, you’re not quite sure of the time?”
“No,” I said. “I would imagine any minute. Of course, with three people.”
“Oh, yes, that can be tricky, as we both may recall,” she said. “And of course, if they’re older, they have all those pills these days.”
“I’d forgotten about that,” I said. “Wait, Olivia, is he right there?”
“Oh, yes,” she said, in a tone that I can best describe as embarrassed mom.
“And does he understand what we’re talking about?” I asked.
“I think so,” she said. “He’s trying not to laugh too hard.”
“Great,” I said. “So much for first impressions.”
“Laughter’s good,” she said, starting to giggle a little herself. “And I think we could all use a little of it right now. It takes away the nervousness.”