December 19, 2001
I try to remember the name of the workshop where he hammers away at his projects, but I'm not even sure if it has a name, much less if they have a phone there. Raff hates mobile phones and pagers, and refuses to get either. I call the store where he sometimes works, but he's not there. Eventually in desperation I call Martin at work, but he hasn't spoken to Raff since we were all at the pub. I tell him that I just need to speak to Raff urgently, but to my ears I sound all possessive and clingy.