Hank Sutton washed his hands in the sink of his son and daughter-in-law’s house, recoiling a bit at the fruity scent of the soap and snorting at the thought that it was probably selected by his wimpy son Mark, who was more like his mother than his old man in most ways. Drying his hands, …
Happy Birthday! – The Prequel!
Several Months Ago… I reported in to work as usual, not expecting anything out of the ordinary. I got to my floor and saw my co-worker checking out the assignment sheet for the day. “What’s up, Girl?” I say, poking her in the side. “Nothing much, Neecee. Looks like I’ve got a one-on-one today. You’re …