A dinner table, square, sat near the door, with four chairs. Perfect for evening card games. Closer to the fire a large log frame couch, and a couple ...hairs, cushions stuffed with fabric scraps scrounged from various second hand stores. Alice had made them, as well as the two mattresses that currently resided in two of the three bedrooms which ran down the other side of the house.Tom felt a now well known hand take his. He looked down at Alice. The blonde's belly was still not that prominent,. It was a busy morning and the tables were full, the matron, recognized me as a regular, and said pls have coffee outside the hall in the waiting area, while you wait sir. I looked around myself, and in the far corner I noticed a tall white lady in her mid thirties, I suppose alone on a table of 4. Now I knew South Africans are a friendly lot, and I was pushed for time, to go to work, I worked my way towards her table. She saw me coming, gave me a smile and waved me to sit on her table. I said. ”“I gotta say, kid, if I was forced to sing that terrible shit you guys sing, I’d lose my fucking mind, too. No offense or nothing. Plus, you’re some kind of millionaire, right? I’d probably be better off if you fucked up my lake house and I got to sue your little ass!” Smoke billowed again as he laughed at the thought. “Now go on. Get out of here.”Connor didn’t have to be told again. He took off in a trot toward the creaky door, the car keys and his freedom. “Thank you, sir,” he shouted over. After breakfast we took the car and went to the supermarket. Dan had to buy something from the electronics store, and after that we went for a ride on the highway, smoked some weed, and delivered a care package for Mrs. Jones Mom had prepared, and got home just in time for bath. "Wait, let me get the bathtub ready," Dan said, "the shower tends to get crowded with the three of us," and went to the bathroom. He got out after a few minutes. Soon, Mom came upstairs and called us, "bathtime, boys!".