Page 1 of A Very Grumpy Father's Day
ChapterOne
DECLAN: You at the office, Mrs. Cannavale?
DECLAN: Maddie.
DECLAN: Cooper.
MADDIE: Yes, Your Highness. I’m at the office. I was in a meeting with my work boss. How may I do your bidding, marital boss from hell?
DECLAN: Aww, you’ve always been the boss of me, Maddie Cooper Cannavale, you know that.
MADDIE: I have to make some calls. Is there anything in particular I can do for you right now, Mr. Cannavale?
DECLAN: Yes. Tell me the name of that investor I said I ran into at the Oyster Bar last week. The one I said I had to call?
MADDIE: Declan. I thought you liked your new assistant.
DECLAN: She’s very efficient. But I don’t like her voice. Which is why I don’t tell her things, so I don’t have to ask her about anything.
MADDIE:
DECLAN: Not my fault I like you more than I like anyone else, Coop.
MADDIE: It was Gary Zuckerman.
DECLAN: That’s my girl. I knew you’d remember.
MADDIE: I haven’t been your assistant for three and a half years, Dec.
DECLAN: I know. I miss you.
DECLAN: Not just as my assistant. I miss you. We’re too busy. And tired. And cranky. But hot! We’re still hot as fuck.
MADDIE: I know. I miss you too. But I have to make some calls. You’re home for dinner tonight? Or wait, is the Billy-Nolan bacchanalia thing tonight?
DECLAN: On a weeknight? What am I? Thirty? That’s on Saturday. And I will not be imbibing this time.
MADDIE:
DECLAN: Please don’t make me talk to the nanny when you aren’t there.
MADDIE: I can’t with this right now, Dec. Hey, maybe you could do some unpacking before I get home…
DECLAN: I thought we agreed we’d do that together.
MADDIE: I think you have me confused with someone who doesn’t know that doing something “together” means you just want to tell me what to do.
DECLAN: God, I love you.
MADDIE: And I somehow still love you. Anything else you need, sir?
DECLAN: Just you, Mrs. Cannavale. It’s always been you.
