You call Brennan and apologize profusely for cancelling again. Surely because it is your mother's birthday dinner it will be okay. You know that Brennan was very disappointed in you last time you cancelled. "You know what. That's fine, we don't need to do anything this year." Brennan means this, of course, but you are far from convinced that that is a good thing. "I have to go to work," says Brennan. You hang up.
Continue.