Chapter 77

“I still can’t believe it, Dad! Did Ben get you to do this? You look…hot, actually. Very handsome. Now I know where I get my good looks from. I couldn’t tell before.”

“That’s disturbing. No son should ever tell his dad he’s hot.”

Chester chewed on some meatloaf. “You’re probably getting hit on at the grocery store a lot, now, right? Guys bumping into your cart asking you if you know where to find the brie?”

“Or worse.” It was a new experience for me. Some of the pickup lines were horrendous. It was hard to keep a straight face when a very heavyset guy in a Minnie Mouse T-shirt—no, it was not made for an adult—asked me to be his Mickey for the night. My need for salad dressing took a backseat to getting out of that aisle, quick.