“Okay, I’ll see you at Jason’s at—”
“Seven thirty, I know.” Keith hung up the phone and got into the shower.
* * * *
They got there at seven fifteen and seven thirty, respectively. After Jason and Zach got off the couch, showered, brushed their teeth, and changed their clothes they came back down to the kitchen.
“So when’s the wedding?” Keith asked.
“We have to get this house cleaned out and gutted first. We’ll need to put the furniture in storage until we decide what we want to keep. That couch is going though. I feel like I slept on a picket fence.” Zach groaned.
“That was probably Jason’s boney ass,” Bobby said. Keith cracked up. Even Mrs. Schwartz smiled.
“You said ass Uncle Bobby. That’s not nice.” Kitty scolded.
“Yeah, Uncle Bobby, ass is not nice.” Jason smirked. “And you sh
