Chapter 35: Time with Colby
“I need your help, Paul,” Dugan said, looking serious. His brow had a thin layer of sweat over it.
“What kind of help?” I asked, standing on my Tudor’s stoop. Only moments ago, Dugan rang my doorbell and drew me away from reading and commenting on more student essays.
He pointed to my driveway behind him. “Colby’s in the car. I need a babysitter. Is there any way you can watch him for me? I have a meeting with clients this afternoon. I’m looking at maybe four hours. What do you say?”
I didn’t even have to think about it since he seemed flustered and not himself. Droplets of perspiration rolled down and along his left cheek. “I’d be glad to help you.”
“Are you sure? I don’t want to interrupt your plans for the day.”
Colby climbed out of the car and stretche
