Me, calling Henry at work for the 8th time in an hour: “Henry! I have really horrible news!”
Henry, snapping to attention because I’m really good at wrapping my words with panic: “What??”
Me, choking a little bit: “It’s so horrible, I’m not sure I can even say the words.”
Henry, voice all tense and mildly agitated: “I swear to god, if this is music-related….”
Henry, sighing: “Goodbye, Erin. I have things to do.”
Totally wearing black to work today.