“Got a glove?”
“Yeah, why?”
“Just bring it, and I’ll explain later.”
“To your house?”
“No, just back to Colby.”
“Oh, okay. You’re still coming back to Uncle Tommy’s with me after dinner, aren’t you?”
“Yup. Gonna f**k your ass, remember?”
Todd chuckled. “We’ll see about that.”
* * * *
Saturday was beautifully sunny, the slow-moving front having moseyed on to the east. At the breakfast table Moira asked Justin to go grocery shopping with her.
“After all, you’re doing as much of the cooking as I am these days, so you may as well help plan the menus and pick out the food.”
“Okay, Mom.”
In the supermarket, they discussed food choices and preferences. They picked out steaks for the evening, salad makings, a loaf of French bread, fresh strawberries and vanilla ice cream. Moira had sto
