We’ve barely finished our meal when the electronic doorbell once more chimes. This time it’s Tony who goes to the door and peers out the peephole. He opens the door, and Gus walks in.
“You two kids rested up?” he says, not without a grin. “I mean, I hope you didn’t spend all your time in bed getting ummm, reacquainted.”
I can’t help but laugh.
“Yes, Gus,” I say. “We slept. Deeply in fact.”
“We had a little fun too,” Tony says, not without a wink.
Men, always having to prove their masculinity.
“Good for you, young man,” Gus says. “You two kids were always my favorite couple.” Then, his eyes spotting the laptop. “May I?”
“The floor is yours, Gus,” I say, pushing back the dinner dishes and Tupperware, freeing up the space around the laptop. I have to admit, I love that he still refers
