Chapter 5

“I didn’t get a hug when I came home just now,” Mickey said when he had his arms around Chris.

Chris spun in Mickey’s arms and kissed him. “Will this do? My hands are covered with cooking oil and other stuff.”

Mickey kissed him back. “I’ll accept that as a down payment and collect the balance later—much later.” He winked at Chris.

“Spoken like a banker—always collecting payments.”

“That’s me, banker through-and-through.”

“Dinner will be on the table in a couple of minutes,” Chris said.

“How can I help?”

“You can’t, at least not at the moment. Just have a seat at the table.”

“Your wish, my command.”

“You haven’t said that in a while.”

“Well, I’m saying it now. Okay?”

“Need you ask?”

They settled down at the dinner table, and ate in silence for several minutes, until Mickey said, “So, how was your day?”

“Busy,” Chris said. “We were all over the place shopping, starting with Publix.”

“All over the place?”