Andy didn’t do fretting. Nor did he allow things to nag at him for hours on end, distracting him from what he was doing, and so there was a perfectly logical explanation as to why he tried to castrate the latest batch of newborn female piglets.
Entering the living room, he wondered if he could get away with calling Sam and Donnie’s again. He’d already rung them three times that day and each time Luke wasn’t in. Or so Sam had said. No, Andy told himself, that wasn’t fair. Luke would never do that to him. But he missed his boyfriend; more than he thought was healthy. At least it proves that absence really does make the heart grow fonder.
Hovering over the phone, thinking he might just try a fourth time, Andy was scared out of his wits when the thing started ringing.
“Hello?” He tried to
