Love, Barb

“Why didn’t she just text me?”  He checks his cell and finds no recent texts from her.  “Oh, well.  She probably lost her cell again.”

He quickly changes out of her uniform, and grabs a six-bottle pack of Miller Genuine Draft and a few Bartles & Jaymes strawberry wine coolers from the fridge.  He walks next door.  He rings the doorbell and waits, twiddling his toes against the roof of his shoes.

When Kevin sees the man who answers, he steps back and nearly drops the drinks onto the sidewalk.