Chapter 5
Casey, still in his pajamas, was only on his second cup of coffee when there was a rap at his door. With a frown, he went and peaked out the peephole.
He shook his head and opened the door.
“George.”
“You aren’t even dressed yet.”
“It’s like only nine.”
George smiled. “Yes, it’s already nine o’clock.”
“Sounds different when you say it.” Casey sighed. “Check okay?”
“Check?” George slipped into the house as Casey moved away from the door.
“For your fifty bucks.”
“Oh, that.”
Casey frowned and turned to look at him. “That’s why you’re here, right?”
“No, dummy. Don’t you remember? You’re helping me decorate.”
Casey’s stomach flipped. “You-you really want me to help you? I thought that was just for everyone else’s benefit.”
“I don’t care about everyone else’s benefit, Cas
