Chapter 55

A sunbeam had sliced through the crack between Bob-Gunnar’s heavy curtains when there finally did come a pounding at the door. “Berger? Berger?” called a muffled voice from the hall. “Are you in there? Are you still in bed?”

He wasn’t next to me in the bed, and before I could beseech him not to open the door, Bob-Gunnar padded in from the master bath, ex-jock belly flopped over the top of the huge towel that barely stretched around his waist. “Come on in, Mikey,” he hollered, completely unconcerned, which made one of us. We were talking about the kid who thought that I was engaged to marry Thumper any day now, and who had an undisguised crush on the alleged object of my affection. I didn’t like where this was probably going to go.

In a poorly-calculated move, I leaped from the bed and zipped for the bathroom, thus ensuring that Mikey walked into the room on Bob-Gunnar wrapped in a towel and on the sight of me springing like a naked gazelle across the room.