My Wife Is Out Of ControlChapter 8
For a week after our encounter with Todd, our youngest kid's old schoolmate, we worried ourselves' sick. Finally, we resigned ourselves to the philosophy of "what will be will be" and had decided to move on. It was Saturday morning and Ann had just finished her shower and I had just finished my coffee when the doorbell rang. When I answered the door I was stunned to see Todd standing there. "Hi, Mr. Lewis. How you doing" asked Todd. "Come on in," I replied. As I closed the door, he...