The dinner was a success, down to the pumpkin pie with real whipped cream. After they’d cleaned up and the dishes were in the dishwasher, Brian made fresh coffee which they took into the living room.
“There’s not a damned thing worth watching on TV,” Conley grumbled.
“We could go for a walk,” Brian suggested.
“I’m too stuffed to move,” Conley replied, patting his stomach. “Besides, it’s supposed to snow.”
“But it isn’t, yet, so get off your ass.” Brian took Conley’s hands, pulling him to his feet. “We can walk off dinner.”
“Or work it off,” Conley said, pointing up.
Brian rolled his eyes. “Walk first, s*x fiend.”
Conley laughed, they got their coats and gloves, and set out.
“For the end of November, it’s a nice night,” Brian said several minutes later. “There was an article in yest
