TuckerI’d had a few beers and was dozing off in my recliner, when there was a knock at the door. I looked at the clock on the wall, 11:46. I started to ignore it, thinking maybe it was a drunk at the wrong address until the knocking intensified.
“Yea, yea. I’m comin’.”
I hopped out of the chair and walked to the door.
“Who is it?”
“Tucker, it’s me.”
I flung the door open and saw Tess standing on my dark porch.
“Hey darlin’, what are you? Come in! Wow, check out that dress! You look great.”
“I know it’s late, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. I’m happy to see you, come here babe,” I swept her up into a hug and heard a muffled whimper.
“Babe, what’s wrong?” I asked as I set her down.
“I just, I didn’t know where else to go.”
“Babe, what’s going…,” before I could finish my sentence I sa
