Chapter 6
Mom called the next morning. I wasn’t alone. Ray was there. Ray was there spooning at yet another fork in another road. Pretty soon, I was going to need a new cutlery drawer.
“Did I catch you at a bad moment?” she asked, apparently hearing the hesitation in my greeting, which consisted of “this better be good.” FYI, it was barely seven in the morning. FYI, there was a b***r pressing up against my bum. So, yes, it was a bad moment, even though it was a delightful one.
“Would you like to speak to the naked man next to me?” I replied groggily.
I like to try to shock my mom. Inevitably, I’m always unsuccessful. This case was no exception. Which is why when I handed Ray the phone, he handed it back to me a moment later.
“Your mom said we should use protection,” he said in my ear.
