Me: Evan, you know why I’m going to be out next Friday, right?
Evan: Yeah. Job interview, right?
Me: Yes. Okay, I just wasn’t sure who I’d told or not. Keep it under your hat, though.
Me: Don’t worry. If anyone asks, I’ll just tell them you’re out that day because you’re getting an abortion.
Me: Oh my GOD!
Evan: Yep. Going up to Toronto to get that baby replaced with poutine.
Evan is amazing.