Epilogue
Zev was sitting on a lawn chair on the backside of the house watching the summer sun. He didn’t like the sun as much as he had before. He wanted Otis with him, but he wouldn’t wake for another forty-five minutes and even then, he wasn’t here in the house.
“Problems?” Roarak grabbed a chair and sat next to him.
Zev grunted. “I want Otis to live with us.”
Roarak was quiet for several seconds. “Does Otis want to live here?”
“I think so.”
Roarak raised an eyebrow.
“He wants us to live together, and he knows I want to be here, but we’ve never discussed him moving in. I wasn’t sure if he was welcome.”
“You should ask him.”
Zev rubbed his forehead. “And then have us have a vote, and then have to tell him he wasn’t welcome after all the guys object? I don’t think so.”
“Ah…no,
