The bed creaked as John sat on the edge. He felt his body tilt in John’s direction as the mattress dipped. “What is it, John? I’m busy.”
“What’s wrong, brat? Are you going to miss mommy and daddy’s bedroom? I bet I could tell you some stories about the two of them in bed.”
Harold laid his large arm across his eyes. “Please, don’t. Do you have a reason for haunting my dreams again? I was hoping God had dragged you down to hell by now.”
“Not a chance. Even the devil doesn’t want to take me on.”
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