Chapter 13“What the heck is taking him so long?” Dave asked. “The steaks are almost ready.”
“I’ll go see what’s going on,” Dan said.
“While you’re at it, we need butter for the potatoes and the corn, and salt and pepper. I told Clance, but I think the naproxen is making him loopy.”
“Okay. I’ll get that as well.”
“Good man. Oh, and tell Clancy to move his ass.” He turned to Den. “Don’t just stand there. Get the potatoes and put one on every plate.” They’d originally planned to only have five place settings, but Clance had thrown a spanner in the works by insisting the kid have dinner with them instead of going to check out his room.
“Dammit, these things are hot!” Den bounced a potato from one hand to the other before dropping it on a plate. He blew on his palms. “If this interferes wi
