Morning came slowly for Dale. He had snagged a few hours of completely broken sleep then given up and returned to hunting for the elusive fountain pen. A knock on the front door grabbed his attention. When he opened it, it was his cousin Carol.
“Hey, I’m just checking in to see if you’ve torn all your hair out yet,” said Carol.
“Eh, not yet, but there are moments. Come in.”
“I can only stay for about two minutes. This house is almost exactly on my way to work, but if I hang out too long, I’ll be late.”
“What kind of shift does the hospital have you working?” Dale asked. Carol was a nurse.
“Seven to seven, but it’s only three days a week on that. The hubby’s in charge of kid wrangling the one week day.”
“I haven’t seen Kyle since he was a babe in arms,” Dale said.
“He’s now a get int
