Chapter 30Mid-morning famished, Josh made bacon and eggs and put the bloodied clothes in the washer. Steve was in the bathtub to keep the bandage dry. Josh yelled down the hall to him. Breakfast was ready.
He set the table in the nook. Coffee poured. Toast popped up. Butter knife and forks came out of the drawer. Orange juice lived up to its name.
Steve wore Josh’s robe and sat in the nook. He turned on the little television on the counter. Some Like It Hot appeared on the screen, one of his all-time favorites, Josh had learned, though he’d never seen it.
Josh joined him with the food. “What’s that?” Two men dressed as women.
“Watch it. You’ll love it.” Steve buttered the top of his toast.
“Why should I? Do you see me as a woman?” Josh asked.
“You don’t look like one.” Steve crunched
