36Tek had just stepped out of the shower when the doorbell rang. He muttered at the timing before shouting that he would be right down. The doorbell rang again. Despite bare feet and being covered by only a towel he hurried downstairs.
“Cool your jets!” Tek pressed an eye to the peep hole. “Son of a b***h!”
Maxwell Crane held a pizza box and raised a six-pack of beer to expedite his friend’s welcoming.
“What are you doing here?” Tek asked, almost laughing.
“Well, I’m not your delivery boy,” Crane declared. “The pizza’s hot. Can I put it down somewhere?” Crane paused for comic effect. “Preferably inside.”
Tek turned aside, motioning his guest to enter.
“Nice outfit by the way.” Crane examined the orange and blue striped towel wrapped around his friend.
“What are you doing here?” Tek
