My muscles were aching, and my heart was pumping as I hit the locker room. I sat down on the bench in front of the lockers and had a drink of water. I was feeling pretty good, satisfied. All in all, not a bad workout.
“Took it kind of easy on the crunches and the ab machine, chubby,” a voice said.
“It’s here. It’s here,” Terri said, from the living room. “I just got the email.”
A moment later she was in the home office, carrying her laptop and wearing a smile. She sat down on the couch and pecked away at the keyboard.
“I’m so excited,” she said. “I can hardly wait.”
“Me too,” I said. “What is it I’m excited about?”
“Butch’s college admission application.”
“Butch is a—“