Jeff had only just arrived home and sat down on
the couch in front of the TV with a tall glass of milk and the cherished
cookies the girls made for him. He was pretty darn sure he would eat the whole
lot of them right then and there, in one sitting. Each bite he took was almost
like being with the kids—especially his precious Janet…almost.
He had just selected the third delectable cookie
and taken a bite when the phone rang. His heart skipped a beat when he looked
at his cell phone and realized it was Wendy.
“Hey, Wendy, you okay?” he said.
“Hello, Jeffery. Yes, I’m fine,” she said.
“I just left the kids. They okay?”
“Yes, we’re all fine. I’m sorry to call so
late…”
“Never too late to hear from you. What’s up?”
“Um… just needed to ask a huge favor.”
“Want me come over?” he asked, a mite too
eagerly.
