The following Saturday, Arthur answered a knock at the door to find Xander in a tight T-shirt and short cut-offs with a short, stocky woman next to him. She likewise had a tight T-shirt, cut-offs, and her muscles filled the clothing. Her short, blonde hair was almost a crewcut with a duck tail in the back.
Arthur said, “Hi, I’ll help you carry stuff.”
Xander shook his hand. “Arthur, this is my girlfriend, Gabby.” She had a firm handshake. They traded nice to meet you. Xander grinned. “I have very little, and Gabby can carry it all. She works out.” He squeezed her arm, and everyone laughed.
Arthur stayed clear, and thirty minutes later, Xander found Arthur reading the paper at the small kitchen table.
“Okay, I’m all moved in.”
“Gee, that was fast.”
“All I have is a bed, dresser, some
