His name was Albert Albertson. In grammar school Albert Albertson was a school chum. So she accepted his friend request. Turned out he was not that Albert, but they had things in common and began talking.

When he phoned she let it ring several times before picking up.

“Meet me at the Rock at 6P.M.”

 She  didn’t know if he liked Al or Bert better, since he never said who was calling.

She just knew.

“The Rock? I call him ET,” she said.

“I’ve heard him called Monkey Skull, King Kong, and Skull Rock. We can debate on the  phone or  meet.”

“Sure. Let’s meet.” She laughed thinking what could go wrong.

. . . just saying