DorableChapter 6
Josh’s turn: Hot dogs for dinner. Chili sauce, chopped onions. Pickle slices. One weenie cut up and fed to Pickles. I’m talking about the cat, not the jar of dills. We enjoyed the novelty of the hot dog dinner, ended up kicking off our shoes and propping up together on the back deck, feet on the railing, for a while, at least. “You haven’t said anything since we admitted it, Gee,” I said. “Did you overload yourself?” “Nope. I consider it a done deal. I thought we’d eventually ... talk.”...