Chapter 6

When we got into the house, the flasher on the phone indicated a voicemail. I picked up the phone to see who it was. As I listened I felt a combination of amusement and concern. It was Mrs. Ferguson

“It’s from your girlfriend,” I quipped.

“What!” Andy’s head snapped up from sorting the mail.

At that same moment Brad walked in. “Dad has a girlfriend?”

“No, I don’t,” Andy said indignantly. “What the fuck does she want now?”

“Andy, please, language—not in front of the children.” I was trying not to laugh. “Seems that gelding you looked at this afternoon is having trouble again and she would be obliged if you would come back out and see if you can pinpoint the problem this time.”

“She’s the one with the problem.”

“What’s this all about?” Brad looked completely lost.

I briefly filled the boy in on Andy’s current crisis.

“Why don’t you just tell her you’re taken?”