Stray Boy

So here's my husband, and his new friend.
Our boys are both gone out tonight, but this is my husband having a beer with his new buddy Brody.
Brody comes here daily looking for "him."
"Is he here?" "He said he's gonna take me golfing."

They just called for me to go get Brody a bottle of water.
"Can you get Brody a bottle of water?"

"Who's that?" the boy asked, puzzled. I heard my husband ask "Were you pulling my crank? That's not your name?"

So there they are.

His dad lives in Texas. He's new in the apartments down the street.

The doorbell rings many times a day - for "him."

Could be a long summer.