Twelve
Episode 102
Ray in the Morning.
Monday we started setting up for the next episode: radio deejay Ray whose fashion sense seemed heavily rooted somewhere between Magnum P.I. and Miami Vice. A whole lotta Hawaiian shirts and short white shorts and not enough tan to pull off the tropical look.
Not enough hair, either.
Thankfully grooming was not my responsibility.
“What do you think for our boy?” Bryce asked as he sashayed into my office and plopped dramatically onto the couch.
I shuffled the pictures of Ray around on my desk, pulling out one taken of the slightly balding, slightly plump man surrounded by three round-faced children with his same warm brown eyes. Happy children. Happy father.
He just needed a little maturity in his wardrobe.
“Well,” I mused over the photo. “He c
