A new episode of Broadrick's favorite office comedy began, and he paused the television before uncurling himself from our bundle of blankets.
"You want anything else to drink?" he asked as he refilled his cup with OJ from the fridge.
Saturday dumped six inches of snow on Pelican Bay in less than four hours. It wasn't enough to close the city, but it made for a good excuse to stay home and relax under the blankets. Broadrick stocked up on the essentials and certain items he called "cold relief" like the orange juice.
"I'm good. Thanks."
I still hadn't admitted I had a cold, but I could admit he was a decent guy. Most of the time.
And I was feeling a little better.
He reclaimed his seat and stretched his legs out over the coffee table before stealing half the blankets I'd already
