I was still on high alert when my day was over. It wasn’t until after I collected Brandon and had us ensconced in my locked house that I was able to begin to relax. Brandon looked at me sideways when I triple-checked the locks and made several circuits to make sure we were safe. He wisely didn’t say anything when I insisted on cooking instead of ordering in, even though all I had were the makings for hamburgers and frozen fries. He went along with it all until I sat on the couch, pulled him down and tucked him close into my side, and then vehemently vetoed his movie suggestion. I knew better than to think I could handle an action film with explosions right now.
When I picked an inane comedy that I knew damn well neither of us would find funny, Brandon finally had enough. He gently extrica
