“You’ve made my tea!” Peter had just come back from walking Nobby. He was surprised because I don’t usually make his multiple morning cups of tea.
“Yes, Leslie is coming by to pick you up in twenty minutes. She’s taking you shopping.”
“Why? Do I need to go shopping?”
“You don’t need to, but you always like to look,” I said. “You don’t have to buy anything.”
He grinned. “Oh, I get it. You put her up to this, didn’t you?”
“Nope. She just called and said she was taking you out. It’ll be fun.”
“Well, I love ya’ anyway, don’t I?” he said as he came towards me, arms outstretched for a hug.
I stalled him by pulling his jacket open to check if his shirt was clean. “Oh, you look good!” I said, surprised.
Without so much as a pause, he yanked my hoodie open, gave me his lecherous glance, and said, “You do too, Darlin’!”
I doubled over with laughter. He hasn’t forgotten how to lay it on. With his hug I handed him a generous supply of cash. Just in case he, you know, wanted to buy anything for anyone…for Christmas.