Chapter 32
Jacksonville, FL
MIKE AND I DRANK a couple of glasses of wine, and soon we were both yawning. I asked the boys to follow us down the hall to the guest room and showed them were the clean towels were.
“Don’t stay up too late,” I said. “We want to leave for the YMCA around seven.”
“Okay,” Zeb/Zeke said.
Sunday morning Mike and I knocked on their door before we went to the bathroom to shave. We didn’t bother with a shower, knowing that we’d be showering at least twice at the Y. We went to the kitchen and had a quick cup of coffee. The boys turned up a few minutes later. They declined coffee but accepted apple juice.
We’d instructed them to put their Speedos and sunglasses in a bag. They were wearing the same shorts and polo shirts they’d been wearing when they’d arrived. At t
