I lost your number.
For the 1,000th time since I’ve had a cell phone which I could save it to.
I’m terribly sorry.
But I need to talk to you.
I could have emailed but I wanted there to be a public apology of my oversight.
It’s a matter of urgence.
I’m ready to book my plane ticket to Michigan and I need insiders information.
Call me on my cell. You have my number.
But then. You are the responsible one.
At least that’s what everyone always says about you, isn’t it??