“Chores today?” Joe asked when he came into the kitchen Saturday morning.
“Yes, after breakfast,” Derek replied as he broke four eggs into a bowl before scrambling them.
“How about we trade off this week. I’ll vacuum and dust, you get to clean the kitchen and bathrooms.”
Derek was smiling as he turned to look at him, saying, “Sure, why not?” Then he frowned. “Are you feeling okay? You look pale.”
Joe hedged. “I haven’t been out in the sun as much as I used to be. It’s my winter look, I guess.”
“Right.” Derek took the frying pan off the burner and came over, pressing the back of his hand to Joe’s forehead. “Does your winter look usually include a fever?”
“No.” Joe let out a sigh. “I didn’t sleep well. First I was hot, then cold, then hot again. I did take a couple of aspirin from the
