Renee had roped Tyler into “keeping an eye” on her father while she took her mother to a follow-up appointment, “just for an hour or two.” The moment she was out the door, he locked himself in his office—no, make that his new bedroom-slash-office-slash-closet space. “Tyler?” Gerry called again.Tyler squeezed out from between the desk and the wall and trotted down the steps, dismayed to find a stark-naked old man dripping water all over the floor.“Geez, Gerry!” Tyler exclaimed, averting his gaze to his now-sopping carpet.“I can’t find any towels. Do you have any towels?”“Did you try under the sink?”Gerry pondered for a moment, then shook his head, splattering the walls like a wet dog.Tyler nabbed a dishtowel from the kitchen and tossed it at his…well, what was he? Not father-in-law. No relation in any way whatsoever, and here Tyler was, being subjected to—this! “Use that in the meantime. And cover up, for Pete’s sake,” Tyler said.Gerry smiled, then began drying off his hair.“Listen, Gerry,”
