“Are the two of you planning on getting out of bed anytime this year?” Eileen asked as she poked her head into Tim’s room.
“It’s still dark outside, Mom,” Tim moaned.
“I beg to differ,” Eileen said as she walked over to Tim’s French doors and opened them.
Tom’s face came out from under the covers, sniffing appreciatively through his grogginess as the smell of bacon and fried tomato hit him.
“It’s almost noon!” Eileen said exasperatedly.
“s**t!” Tom said, suddenly very awake. “I’m a dead man walking!” Tom got up and wrapped the covers around his naked form as he tripped his way over to the bathroom, leaving a shivering Tim in his wake.
Eileen observed the whole business and said, “Your dad phoned at about ten. Said you were supposed to help him sort the shed?”
“s**t!” Tom yelled from
