Chapter 6FRITZ AND LINDA were drinking second cups of coffee when the back door flew open and Ashley walked in, a bag of groceries in his arms. “Hi, guys,” Ashley said, as sunny as the morning. “Brought breakfast.”
Linda said, “You know Ash, it won't be long now before you'll be buying baby food too.”
Fritz ignored him, said, “Coffee's hot,” and returned to his newspaper in search of stories about the Middle East.
Ashley draped his jacket over the back of his usual chair, sat down, grabbed the rest of the paper, and pulled out the sports section. “We're supposed to have a pretty good football team this year, even though Jimmy Junior graduated.” Fritz looked at Linda staring at Ashley. Then he stared, too. When Ashley felt their stares, he said, “What?”
“What do you mean, what?” Linda a
