The next morning after I got back from doing the food shopping, stopping by the dry cleaner’s to drop off some things, and doing the usual Saturday morning errands, I was putting away groceries when the phone rang. It was Corey.
“Hey, hunk! How are you and what’s his name?”
“We’re both great, Bax. You and Russ are okay, I hope?”
“Yup. Thanks for asking.”
“Would you guys be free to come over this evening? I’m making lasagna, and my recipe feeds the multitudes.”
“So you’re inviting multitudes?”
His chuckle rumbled over the phone. “No, it would just be the four of us. But we’d like to see you guys. It’s been too long.”
“Well, we don’t have anything planned. I should check with my better half, but you need an answer, so yeah, we’d love to come. Can we bring anything?”
“Nope. Everything
