Chapter 8
Jacksonville, FL
CHRIS AND IRV didn’t get around to the beer and wine for quite a while. At least, not until they’d done their best to inaugurate Chris’ new bed.
When they finally came up for air, Chris said, “Now that was a housewarming party.”
“More like a bed warming party,” Irv said. “You haven’t even shown me the rest of the house yet.”
“We can take a break and do that right now. The blinds in the living room are closed, so we can grab a couple of drinks, some munchies, and get comfortable on the sofa.”
“What do the blinds have to do with it?” Irv said.
“If they were open, we’d have to get dressed.”
“Oh.”
They retrieved beer, wine, and chips from the kitchen, then went to the living room and settled down on the sofa.
“This is a nice little house, Chris,” Irv said.
