Listen to me! Listen to me! Listen to me! Please. I can’t meet you on Saturday. I want to but I have things I’ve gotta do. Things that don’t involve you. They’re just things. Stuff. Nothing special. I don’t wanna dwell on it so we might as well change the subject. Why what? Why won’t I tell you? Cuz I won’t. End of discussion. We could figure out a Plan B or you could go on beating a dead horse. OR… we could shoot for something between like four and five. An hour is all I can spare. Maybe an hour and half. Tops.