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“What do you think we should offer,’ Mickey asked as they pored over the loan application at the kitchen table. Daisy was curled up on the floor, her head across Mickey’s feet. The house that they had set their sights on was still on the market. But crunching the numbers showed they were a bit short. Outside of ‘bringing home the bacon,’ which was Mickey’s responsibility, Drew assumed almost all the other traditional family duties, including the logistics of making an offer for the house.

“Put your cap back on Mickey, one more picture!” his mom called out as she motioned them to stand closer together. “Last one!” Mickey shot back as he put the black mortarboard back on his head. Before he could pose, Drew used his finger to flick the tassel in front of Mickey’s face, triggering a playful revenge attack on Drew’s own mortarboard. ‘Knock it off you two!” Nate ordered, forcing himself between them. “This is beginning to feel more like kindergarten graduation.”

Regarding the question about the ending - you'll just have to read on and see 😁

The house had ‘good bones,’ the real estate agent told them, but needed some renovation work. Drew was skeptical, remembering how his Dad once told him, ‘If a real estate agent tells you a place needs a little work. That probably means it should be torn down.” The agent acknowledged that it would be an outlier, and not exactly what they had described as a target. But, with their budget and their goals in divergent places, even Drew know that they’d have to compromise. “It’s pretty big,” M

“Thanks a lot for coming, Mickey. I know it’s a long way here from school,” Brad said as he offered Mickey a seat at the small conference table in the corner of his office. Overnight the storm had quieted and had left the landscape entirely covered in a blanket of powdery snow. With the beautiful clear skies that often trail these events, the reflection from the continuous white surface cast a glow onto the painted concrete beams of the former 1920s automobile plant. “No worries, I grew up

“Do you feel ready?” his mom asked as he started to put on his coat. Mickey shrugged. “I guess I’m about as ready as I’ll ever be. I just don’t know if I’m more nervous about the interviews or going out into this weather,” he said, glancing out the window at a snow drift slowly piling up against the wall of their one car garage. He was almost afraid that the rickety old structure might tumble down if the white stuff piled up high enough. “Well, whatever it is, I’m sure that you’ll do

“When do we get to see you next?” his mother asked. Hesitating, he glanced at Drew, who answered, “We’ll be back at Christmas, for sure,” before reaching into the back seat to clear space for Daisy. “There’s your answer,” Mickey replied Nate and Midori were going to leave early the next morning, but Mickey wanted to get a head start on the distance and the weather because of the 10-hour drive ahead of them. “I’ll see you soon, mom, OK?” he said as he gave her a hug. “Christm

“Is he sleeping yet?” Mrs. Deringer asked. “Well, he’s supposed to be. But just to be sure he didn’t get distracted and check email, I took away his connection to the outside world,” he replied, holding up Mickey’s slim silver phone. “I’m not sure that I could have done that, but good for you!” she replied, before offering him a seat at the kitchen table. Because the house was so small, there was no separate dining room, just an enlarged kitchen, if the small space could even be

“Do you think that she’ll like me?” Drew asked, looking out the passenger window. “I hope that I haven’t caused too many problems for her.” “Of course she will!” Mickey answered. “You’ve talked to her on the phone, and she’s always been really friendly, right?” “That’s true, she has been really nice every time,” he said before pausing. “But still, I can’t help thinking about all the shit that my family has caused in her life. My stepmother continues to have her writers try to fin

The front of the loose flannel shirt was now open. And even though he still had a t-shirt layer underneath, Mickey already felt naked as the warms hands now reached inside. “Oh…’ Mickey exhaled as Drew’s hands wrapped around him and gently stroked his torso. The hands moved further in each direction as his thumbs stretched slightly across in the other direction until they reached his quickly hardening nipples. “Oh…oh…’ he could only repeat. “You like that?” Drew asked, unrelenting

Patience, drsawzall...😉

“I’m not sure that this is completely due the concussions, Drew,” Dr. Lansdowne said as Drew sat in front of her on the examination table. “It could be related, but there is perhaps something else here that might be equally culpable.” “Things got a little rough during a basketball game a few days ago, but I didn’t feel anything traumatic at the time, at least not like when I was playing football,” he replied, struggling to find some event that might have triggered the episode. “Did y

Mickey felt helpless. “What’s happening?” he asked Casey, who was now stooped down at Drew’s feet, while Mickey had carefully stepped around him and was kneeling around his head. Daisy was right behind Casey. She swallowed before speaking. “I think this is something to do with the concussions he had, which is really why we made him quit football,” she said as she bent over him. “He never wants to talk about it, as he thinks that there’s not a lot that can be done. But he still needs t

“Um… OK, but before you start there’s just one more thing to make this all even more complicated.” Drew interjected. Mickey nodded his head. “You seem anxious Drew - are you OK?” “Yeah, I am. I’m just, I guess, dumping a lot on you right now. I know it’s not fair and all, but…” “Just don’t tell me you once had a crush on Dave,” Mickey answered, his expression stern, his eyes fixed on Drew. He tried to hold the pose, but after only a moment they both burst out into laughter. D

It wasn’t as big of a place as Mickey had expected from the fancy address. Being a modern building, it was one of those condos that had a straight-through view from the front door, with an open kitchen connected to a living/dining room then a view out to Daisy's back yard beyond. And she wasn’t to be denied for very long. As soon as they opened the solid wood door she bolted through the kitchen, jumped over a coffee table and then flew out the doggie door. There was just the clanging of t