“Uncle Chet! Desi sex But maybe I can take a look tomorrow morning before you go to school?” High school math was technically fresher in Chet’s mind than most, given how many times he repeated senior year. “Chet, can I bring in the damn groceries first?”
“I’m pretty sure you said anytime, anyplace, anyway. Being groped from behind didn’t startle her at all anymore. I’m shocked. “Is there anything that goes in the freezer?”
“Jesus, Rodney, don’t sneak up on me like that. “Uncle Chet! We’ll give it back tomorrow, promise.”
“My uniform? Thinking about it more seriously, he’d have to sigh twice as often, at least. “Hey… Where’s Emily?”
Chet shushed him with a finger on his lips, winked, then pointed under the table.
