It was shaping up to be quite a busy morning, and I hadn’t even had my second cup of coffee yet. I sure hoped that Bob-Gunnar found that brandy, though, because when we got back up to the house I saw that Hunter was pacing in the driveway. He was clearly agitated and all but lunged at Bitsy and me when we came into view.
“What is Berger running here, some kind of a faggot w***e house?” he yelled. “There’s two dudes f*****g kissing—” He could barely spit the word out.
Bob-Gunnar came out onto the porch from the front door. “Hey, McHardy,” he called down to Hunter. “Something I can help you with?”
Thumper and Mikey must have heard voices, because the side screen door off the kitchen creaked open, then slammed shut. “What’s going on?” Mikey asked. “Mom? Is everything alright?”
“Of course,
