Caleb was due at five. By four, Jim had the table set with his new Jubilee dishes. The duck was almost ready, skin crisping up in the oven just in time to add the veggies so they would be done to a turn. His plum sauce was on the stove warming and would be at the exact temperature to paint the duck as soon as he got out of the shower. Dressed in sweats and barefoot he padded down the hall and into the bathroom. Fifteen minutes later he was out of the shower when he heard noises coming from the kitchen. He quickly wrapped a towel around his middle and headed for the noise grabbing his baseball bat from the linen closet. He approached the kitchen with trepidation; inching his way along the wall to the point where he could see the intruder.
Shit, he thought. I left the damn cell phone in the car again.He slithered back to the bedroom and grabbed the portable in case he needed to call for help. Creeping back to the kitchen he peeked around the corner.