6
Preparing my boss for his walk reminded me of getting a kid ready to go outside and play in the snow. There was always that time where they were all ready to go and needed to go the bathroom. That wasn’t quite the case here; instead there was a heavy knock on the door as we were walking downstairs. Benson turned to me with a raised eyebrow. “Are you expecting anyone?”
My jaw dropped open and I gestured around us. “Does this look like my home?”
“It would be if you agreed to stay for the week,” he countered. The visitor knocked against the door, this time with their fist.
“Better answer that before they knock down the whole place,” I quipped.
Benson strode to the door and opened it to find a small bespectacled man on the doorstep who looked to be the age of dirt. He had a cane
