Chapter 8

“It’s almost noon!” Eileen said exasperatedly.

“Shit!” Tom said, suddenly very awake. “I’m a dead man walking!” Tom got up and wrapped the covers around his naked form as he tripped his way over to the bathroom, leaving a shivering Tim in his wake.

Eileen observed the whole business and said, “Your dad phoned at about ten. Said you were supposed to help him sort the shed?”

“Shit!” Tom yelled from the shower.

“I told him I’ve got you helping me with chores around the house,” Eileen said. “Don’t know if he bought it, though,” she whispered as she eyed her half-naked son and walked from the room.

Approximately three minutes later, Tom came bounding down the stairs zipping his jean and half buttoning his shirt, hair dripping everywhere, followed by a drowsy Tim. Eileen sat at the kitchen table and held out a plate with two toasted egg, bacon, and fried tomato sandwiches Tom took a sandwich, pecked her on the cheek, and hit Tim on the ass before running out the back door.