GeorgieThe doorbell rang at six-thirty-five. I already knew who it was, but I peeked out of the side window to catch a glimpse of him without making obvious. His hair was slicked back, the sides looked like they were freshly shaven. He had on a white tee shirt, tan sweater with some type of geometric pattern, jeans and dark shoes. I didn’t realize I was holding my breath while staring at him until I sighed.
Damn.
I closed my eyes, said a quick prayer for strength, then opened the door.
“You’re late,” I teased.
“Damn, not even through the door yet and you’re givin’ me shit.”
“If I didn’t, I think you might worry.”
“Truth. And watch the language!”
“Oops, my fault.”
He walked in and kissed my cheek. Suddenly I heard little feet running down the hall.
“Is that my little buddy,” he sai
