Chapter 6
Doug woke to a kiss on his forehead. He could feel a comfortable quilt over him. He felt amazing. Slowly, he opened his eyes. “This bed is amazing.”
Devin stood across from him. “In the way that only very old mattresses can be.”
“Oh, God! My breath. It must be horrible.”
“If you’re that worried about it, my mother always keeps extra new toothbrushes in the bathroom for guests. There should be toothpaste in the medicine cabinet.”
Doug climbed out of bed. “That sounds like a plan. Plus, I really need to pee.”
Devin laughed. “When you’re done, come on downstairs.”
“What’s that I smell?”
“Pancakes and scrapple.”
“Yum,” Doug said. “My grandmother used to make that. She was raised on a farm.”
“Well, this isn’t fresh. It’s from a package in the grocery store.”
“Just the wa
