“I’ll tell you, Sophe,” I’d said to my wife when it was done. “If you ever toss me out of our bedroom, I wouldn’t mind living down here.”
“Don’t get any ideas, hot shot.” She’d kissed me, one of those kisses that curled my toes. “It’s never going to happen!”
Mom tried to be reassuring. “Well, don’t worry about it. I’m sure someone will turn up.”
“I hope. We’re…” I’d almost let it slip that we were getting down to the deadline, but no one knew we were expecting again.
“You have plenty of time, John.”
I cleared my throat. “I’d better get to work before Dad thinks I’m playing hooky. I’ll see you soon, Mom.” We said goodbye and hung up.
When I came home from work I had copies of Newsday and the Island edition of the Daily News, and we spent the evening checking the classifieds, still wit
