Chapter 5The Saturday morning at the end of the first full week of January, Frank dragged me out of bed bitching and moaning to go work out. I knew the importance of doing that, especially for guys our age, but getting up early on a gray, cold January morning when we could have stayed in bed and snuggled was particularly repellant. He was insistent, however, and I knew he was right. I grumbled at him from time to time as we drove to the gym and worked out, but he knew I wasn’t really serious.
I’d done the grocery shopping the day before while he was at work, but we needed to stop by the drugstore and pick up some prescriptions I’d phoned in. By the time we got back to my place, where he was spending the weekend, it was nearly eleven A.M. We’d just taken off our coats and started the coffe
