Phil pulled Bobby into a fierce hug. Sniffing, he said, “Thank you. You’re right, I did need reminding. And I love you, too.”
They separated and Bobby batted away Phil’s hands when he attempted to put himself away.
“No, that’s my job.”
Phil squeezed Bobby’s full crotch. “Now it’s my turn.”
“Uh-uh. We don’t have time. Besides, I’m not as tense as you were.”
Before they got back in the van, Bobby told Phil they should get coffee or something from Starbucks. “You don’t want to be kissing your mother with come-scented breath.”
“Yuck, no!”
* * * *
Phil stood on the porch, staring at the front door. Should he ring the bell or just walk in? He was family but he hadn’t visited in several months. Ringing the bell seemed like the best option. But no one answered after a couple of presses. He
