Chapter 5“Turn on Channel Eleven, Craig!” Amy commanded from the kitchen as she finished the after-dinner cleanup.
Craig didn’t know why she didn’t leave the mess until later, but ever since she had moved in with her boyfriend, John, she had become a card-carrying member of the Martha Stewart brigade and dirty dishes left in the sink became one of the many things-that-just-aren’t-done.
“It’s time for Weather Guy Grant’s forecast.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Craig rolled off the couch and crawled across the carpet to where the remote perched on top of the television stand. From his current position it looked an impossible distance away, but he managed to justify the effort. This was for Grant, after all.
But he wouldn’t share that fact with Amy. So far he’d managed to hide the full extent of his new
