Chapter 60

We pulled into the garage, and before the garage door had closed behind us, we were on the way upstairs with our bags. When Paul saw their room, he said, “Holy shit, you guys moved our beds together.”

“Neat,” Sean said.

“We thought you’d like it,” I said. “We’ve got the feet of the beds in those little rubber cups, so they probably won’t slide apart.”

“Yeah,” Randy said, “but if you’re gonna get too frisky, you might want to be sideways across the beds—it wouldn’t do for you to slide down between them.”

“Dad!” Paul said. “That’s getting personal.”

“What!” Randy said in mock surprise. “Are you telling us that you don’t get frisky?”

“Randy,” I said, “there’s no need to make them uncomfortable.”

Arlington, VA29 December 2010

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