I'll Be Home for Christmas
“Delectable aromas wafted about the kitchen, thanks to Dolores, the day lady who had been with his family for the past twenty years. He knew his dinner was warming in the oven, but for some reason he wasn’t hungry. The fact of the matter was he was too damn mad to eat.
As he yanked at his tie with one hand, he opened the oven door with the other and set his dinner plate on the kitchen counter. Maybe he’d eat later. First he needed a beer, and he needed to calm down. He carried a beer from the fridge and swigged at it as he made his way to the second floor. He stripped down. Within minutes he was in sweats and slippers. It took him a minute to realize he was cold. He marched out to the hall to turn the thermostat to eighty before he made his way downstairs to grab another beer.
Heat gushed from the two vents in the kitchen. At least he would be warm while he drowned himself in ice-cold beer.
Josh sat down at the kitchen table and propped his feet on a chair as he swigged from the bottle... in his hand.MoreLess
As he yanked at his tie with one hand, he opened the oven door with the other and set his dinner plate on the kitchen counter. Maybe he’d eat later. First he needed a beer, and he needed to calm down. He carried a beer from the fridge and swigged at it as he made his way to the second floor. He stripped down. Within minutes he was in sweats and slippers. It took him a minute to realize he was cold. He marched out to the hall to turn the thermostat to eighty before he made his way downstairs to grab another beer.
Heat gushed from the two vents in the kitchen. At least he would be warm while he drowned himself in ice-cold beer.
Josh sat down at the kitchen table and propped his feet on a chair as he swigged from the bottle... in his hand.MoreLess
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