The Swap ClubChapter 3 A Saturday Discussion
A few days later it was Saturday, and I slept late. When I got out of the sack, I knew I was the last one up. I showered and shaved, dressed in some old slacks and a flannel shirt, and walked down to the kitchen. Debby was doing breakfast dishes. “Morning, sleepyhead,” she said, then leaned over and kissed me. “Coffee?” “Please.” I sat at the table. “Where’s the boys? And who are they terrorizing today?” Debby laughed brightly. “Little Jimmy took Brian up to the playground. They’ll be back...