A Clean Sweep
August 30th
“So, how was dinner?” asks Houston with a Chester cat grin on his face.
“Very nice. You didn’t come home last night.”
“I didn’t know if Lee was going home last night. I crashed at Aunt Ruth’s.”
Houston conspired with Lee to help Lee make me a private birthday dinner. He burned the dinner and we ended up ordering take-out. But it was thoughtful, nonetheless.
“He went home around 11:00, I’ll have you know. Unlike someone I know, he remembered that he had work in the morning.”
“I am not...that late.”
I hand him his key. “You know, in general it isn’t a good idea to allow a demon to borrow your house key.”
“I figured this one has to obey his mistress’s every command, so...”
“You are awful.”
“It was his idea. He wanted to do something nice for you.”
“Yeah,
