Chapter 5
We had dinner. We had wine. We had more wine. I say this as an excuse for what was about to happen. Judge not, that ye not be judged. In other words, don’t chuck that stone at my glass house.
I was in bed after dinner. I was feeling sorry for myself and even sorrier for Bing. There was a knock on my door. “Come in,” I said.
The door creaked open. In walked Dave.
“Sorry,” he said. “I should’ve called first.”
I jumped up. I was in my boxers and nothing else. This was awkward. I thought to hide beneath the covers, but figured that grown men didn’t do that. Then again, grown men didn’t generally sleep in their mommy and daddy’s house, in their boyhood bedroom, all that often either. “Everything okay?” I asked.
He walked in and closed the door behind him. The sound made me jump―
