13
Bump in the Night
Archie seemed remarkably mellow when I told him I wouldn’t be home that evening. “I suppose you’re going to be with that Calvin fellow again,” he said. “If you must continue to associate with the man, then you might as well do it at his home rather than yours.”
“Thanks, Archie,” I said with a grin. “You’re all heart.”
He only sniffed and headed over to his favorite sunlit spot by the window. Still smiling, I got out a can of cat food and opened it up, then dumped it in his bowl. I hadn’t changed for my date at Calvin’s house, figuring that a barbecue by its very nature was casual, and so my jeans and sleeveless top would be just fine.
The evening remained clear, with no sign of any monsoon storms looming, so I popped the top on my Beetle before I backed out of the
