I asked him to show up late Saturday afternoon.
He showed up at nine a.m.
When Chad arrived, it was with two bottles of very expensive
whiskey and a great big smile.
“Are you planning on us getting drunk?” I asked with a
chuckle.
“Oh lord I hope so!” he laughed.
“Then come on in!” I smiled.
Later in the day…
I had to ask. “Chad, why are you available on a Saturday
night? Saturday nights were always your big date nights. You know…along with
Monday through Friday nights too,” I remarked with a giggle.
He shook his head while laughing. “Red,” he replied and
cleared his throat, “I got three boys in college and one in medical school.
Dating is currently out of my price range. Christ, my boys’ educations are
costing me a fortune!”
“So…being available tonight has nothing to do with spending
time with me?” I smirked while I poured another drink for him.
He simply grinned.
I knew what the answer was. I wanted to see if he would be
brave enough to tell me.
A little over half of a bottle of pricey whiskey
later…
“I’m thinkin’ about selling my house,” he stated very matter
of fact.
“Where would you live?” I asked.
“I don’t know, honey. Haven’t given it much thought. Now
that the boys are grown, I don’t need a five-bedroom house anymore. A one or
two bedroom would suit me just fine,” he said.
He continued with, “Are you gonna keep this big place? I
mean, it’s an awful lot of house and yard for just one person.”
I’d never thought about selling this place. It’s paid for so
I didn’t see the need.
“Are you asking if you can move in with me to save money,
Chad?” I snickered.
“God no, Red! I would never ask somethin’ like that of you!”
He seemed to be mildly offended I’d asked.
But then this came right out of his mouth, “Unless, of
course, you’re asking me to move in with you. Now that would be a different
story.” He was trying not to smile when he said it. “Next thing you know I’d
move in and you’d make me into your boy-toy in exchange for rent or some such
shit.”
We both looked at each other and then simultaneously burst
out laughing.
“More whiskey?” he smirked while holding the bottle above my
glass.
My god that whiskey was much too tasty and way too potent!
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