Houston looks like he hasn’t slept in a week when he walks in the door. “I’m really getting not to like Justicars on principle,” he says as he hands me a pint of Friendly’s double chocolate ice cream and a plastic spoon.
“WOW, you really are a mind reader,” I reply. “It was going to be either ice cream or wine tonight.”
“Well, I figured you should stay sober. At least for now.”
“It’s okay if I get fat, though?”
“You can always come to the gym with me.” He collapses onto the couch. “Besides, the way I figure it the only man that has a right to comment on the size of your ass is Lee. And I think he is physically incapable of doing so.”
“I’ll share if you want some.”
“That’s all you, Boss.” He leans back and puts his hands behind his head. “Hannity doesn’t think we did anything, which c
