Things are normalish in both Greene households since Chip decided to listen to two senior citizens about spreading gossip on the local radio station. Of course, a few jerks like to call us “kissing cousins” as a joke, but for the most part, people seem fine with Hank and me dating. We’re out as a couple in public, holding hands, being affectionate, and having dates. It’s a great feeling not to be hiding anymore. The younger Greenes are enjoying having other kids their own age to play with—with the exception of our two oldest boys.
I’m in the kitchen on a Friday afternoon, getting together some salad dressings. Two Brothers and an Egg offered to add them to the lunch menu. It’s a small start, but a start all the same.
My phone rings and I press the speaker button, not bothering to look at
