Chapter Thirty-seven
Peter knocked on the back door, and EJ called out for him to come in.
He asked, “Care to spend some time with your old man?”
“Did you eat yet?” She stood at the stove frying eggs, the ham slices already on a side plate. “Coffee is hot.”
Peter teased, “You didn’t make any biscuits?”
“No, Charlie brought some reject muffins from Cookie.”
“Ah, well, I think I’ll pass. I thought maybe we could walk into town. You look like a shaggy dog. Either your hair needs a cut or something.”
“I didn’t know you cared at all about my appearance.”
“I don’t really, honest. There’s a tradition in our family, well, the men. We take our sons for a haircut at a barber together once a year. Not that you’re my son now, I just thought that before I left…”
“That sounds nice, Father, and
