Mitch overhears Lewis & Delia chatting...
“I’ve always liked older women,” I hear Lewis say. I slowly shut the door behind me. I’d heard Delia’s voice when I came in. He’s talking to her, 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨. My heart squeezes tightly in my chest. What is this feeling? Jealousy? I freeze waiting to see what she’ll say next. Then Tank does his job and finds me, greeting me with wines of excitement and thick nails clawing at hardwood.
“Hey Buddy,” I say patting him on the head.
“Dad, you’re home?” Lewis says coming around the corner.
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