Chapter 33

“Didn’t he?” Tom Alan asked.

“You’re asking me?”

“Look, why don’t we plan on doing exactly that? As soon as I get home.”

“You’re coming home?”

“Of course, I’m coming home.”

“I didn’t know,” she said sarcastically.

“We’ll sit down and talk this all out, okay? With Papa.”

“Shoganai desho.”Erika was all “Whatever.”

“Take care of your injuries, Kiki.”

“You’re different.”

“Bye, now.”

“You are.” She hung up.

* * * *

Tom Alan got out of bed. He remade it, turned it down, and got back in. He fluffed his fat, squishy pillow, flopped around like a boated carp a few times, then gave up and got up. He pulled some thin off-white knit pajama pants over his bright-green boxers. The pants were too sheer to conceal the colorful underwear, but they covered what needed to be hidden, just in case Ben was up and around. Tom Alan headed down to the kitchen for some milk.

Maybe some leftover cold spaghetti. Mmm.