‘So there are three reasons why he might not have got in touch. One… ’
My editor has never seen me so attentive.
‘ …he’s not interested. That’s the – ’
‘Yes, the Occam’s Razor.’
Do I ask?
‘Yes, named after the Franciscan friar…’
And two? What about two?
Occam gets his moment in the spotlight.
‘ …is he’s shy.’
‘Hmmm. I don’t buy shy. And neither do you! You said the other day that even if you’re shy, if you like someone, you’ll overcome it.’
We do occasionally get some work done.
‘Y-es, but it’s still possible.’
‘Hmm well, he’s not shy. I don’t think.’
‘Three, is he’s… ’
Another pause. What is the man trying to do to me?!
‘Dead?’ I suggest.
‘Nooo, that’s five, or six.’
‘No, three is he’s lazy.’
Ah but lazy guys, when they meet someone they like, stop being lazy! I bite my tongue, not least because Joe, by his own admission, is lazy, so this is looking promising.
‘And so he’s not going to do anything much…’ Sounds about right. ‘…but he is interested…’
I give him a grateful smile; it’s a good try.
Now, one question remains: noose or Occam’s razor?